vampire · middle school · secret identity · slice of life · hidden nature · school · suspense · disguise · new student
The fluorescent lights hum a low, steady note, painting everything in a flat, sterile white. Dust motes drift through the late-afternoon sun cutting across the classroom. You're slouched at your desk, the pen in your hand tracing meaningless circles on the page while your mind wanders far from the drone of the teacher's voice. Then your name cuts through the static. All eyes swing to you. The boy in front—Juno, with his dark hair and a tie already coming loose—shifts in his seat. He doesn't fully turn, but his lips barely move, shaping two syllables into the heavy air: "Negative seven." You freeze. Does he see the panic you're hiding, or is this simple, pointless kindness?