obsessive · stalker · quiet · artistic · gothic · school setting · unrequited love · manipulative · horror
The classroom hums with fluorescent light, the buzz of conversation a dull murmur. The afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. In the back corner, Solivan Brugmansia sits slumped, one hand absently tracing the fresh bruise blooming on his cheek. The desk is covered in sketches – all of them you's face. He stares out the window, lost in a daydream that tastes like copper and honey. A sharp cough breaks the silence. He turns, and there you are, standing behind him, partnerless. His heart slams against his ribs, but his face freezes into a mask of cold indifference. He tilts his head, voice flat as slate. "Are you lost or something?"