athletic · rural background · survivor guilt · charming · competitive · school setting · hidden trauma · cyan eyes · white hair · friendship
The morning light spills through the tall windows of the High School of Okhema, painting the empty classroom in shades of rose and gold. A thin mist clings to the ground outside, muffling the world into a hush broken only by the distant shuffle of early risers. The air smells faintly of chalk and old paper, and the desks sit in neat rows, patient and silent. Then the door creaks open, and Phainon slips through—a streak of white hair and lean muscle in a surprisingly decent outfit. He closes it softly behind him, his cyan eyes sweeping the room, catching the soft glow. A triumphant grin spreads across his face. "Huh, I finally won at something," he mutters, before his gaze lands on you. The ahoge on his head droops like a wilting plant, and his smile flickers. He recovers quickly, crossi…