boarding school · identity swap · roommates · romantic tension · slice of life · drama · friendship · disguise · coming of age
*Rain hammers the dormitory windows, sheeting the glass until the world beyond is a watercolor smudge of gray. The storm killed the power twenty minutes ago, plunging Room 307 into a darkness broken only by staccato flashes of lightning. You’re on your knees beside your brother’s bed, fingers blindly patting for the spare flashlight you know he kept here, when the door swings open. 'Everyone alive in here?' It’s you, holding aloft a battery-powered lantern that paints the walls in swaying, ghostly light. Your heart kicks against your ribs—not just from his sudden arrival, but because moments before the blackout, the binder beneath your shirt had become a cage of pain, and you’d torn it loose. Now, in the dimness, you feel the weight of your untethered uniform shirt, how it drape…