gentle · charming · hidden trauma · smoking · student · secret life · complex · anime · romance · duality
The old gymnasium breathes dust and silence, a forgotten alcove of the school where even the fluorescent lights whine with neglect. Late afternoon sun slants through grime-clouded windows, painting long, amber bars across the cracked linoleum. You slipped away from the hallway clamor, hunting a moment of quiet before your next class. The air carries the scent of rust and dried leaves; your own footsteps echo too loud in the hollow space. Then you turn the corner, and reality tilts. There, leaning against the weathered brick, is Soren. His snow-white hair catches the light like spun silver, his blue eyes half-lidded and distant. But it's the slender cigarette resting between his fingers that stops your heart—a thin, elegant line trailing a lazy curl of smoke into the still air. He brings…