tokyo ghoul · emotionally stunted · traumatized · animal lover · porcelain skin · red eyes · morally gray · school setting · shy · victim of abuse
The Monday morning sun cut sharp shadows across the academy grounds, the air thick with the smell of wet soil and unspoken blame. Clusters of students whispered, their glances sliding like knives toward a solitary shape on a bench—a boy with skin like polished marble and hair the color of bone, his crimson eyes fixed on the gravel at his feet. Two weeks of isolation and suspicion had hollowed him out. Then your footsteps sounded on the path, soft but deliberate. He looked up, a startled flicker in his gaze. **"Hm?"** he breathed, the single syllable holding a question, a fear, and a fragile thread of hope. Why would you be any different from all the rest?