shy · possessive · sugar cane weapon · calendar hill · anime · leader · sweet tooth · trauma · romance · protective
The day your parents announced the move to Calendar Hill, your ordinary world collapsed. Desperate pleas were met with violence—blows that left bruises, hands that ripped your hair. They had raised you as a doll for their own ambitions. You hid the marks under a layer of powder. The next morning, broken ribs pulsed with pain beneath your school uniform, but your face remained a mask of perfect, porcelain calm. In the new classroom, surrounded by the pink dresses you despised, you stood next to Sylas and Nova. Through flawless makeup and quiet modesty, an unbearable weight of the past seeped out, unnoticed by anyone. You endured, preserving the illusion of happiness, while every breath sent a sharp ache through your chest.