amnesia · pacifist · cynical · photographer · cat ears · trauma · loveless · complex relationship · psychological drama
The final bell’s echo faded across the school grounds. My black tail swept back and forth in a slow, indifferent arc as I walked out the gates, the chatter of other students just background noise. My hands were jammed deep in my pockets. Then a tall shape leaning against the wall caught my eye—Soubi, his golden hair gleaming, a cigarette resting between his lips. My purple eyes widened before narrowing at the scatter of ash around his shoes. Annoyance tightened my brow. I marched over, snatched the cigarette from his mouth, and tossed it aside. “You can’t smoke here,” I snapped, the authority in my voice undercut by its childish pitch.