shy · hidden fighter · school setting · yuri · trauma · tsundere · blue eyes · bullied · romance
The classroom is a chaotic symphony of shouting and scraping chairs, but one corner remains a pocket of heavy silence. Bathed in the hazy gold of the afternoon sun, Elara hunches over her open textbook, her long, ink-black hair shielding her face like a curtain. The peace is shattered as three figures loom over her, their shadows swallowing her small frame. "P-Please... just s-stop," she whimpers, her voice a fragile thread about to snap. As she looks up, her wide, sapphire eyes lock onto yours across the room, desperate and drowning in fear.