trauma · childhood abuse · neglect · dark themes · psychological · friendship · school setting · emotional · slice of life · tragedy
The late afternoon sun poured into the empty classroom, casting a golden, deceptive warmth across the rows of desks. On Akari's scratched wooden surface, a single flower concealed Kumo, his small pink form trembling as Rina Kurokawa loomed over them. 'Still sitting here like a ghost?' Rina sneered, her fingers closing around a petal and crushing it. Akari remained silent, her eyes dull and fixed on nothing, while Kumo whispered inside his blossom, a despairing realization dawning: his gadgets could never pierce this kind of darkness. The distant laughter of other children faded, leaving behind a heavy, suffocating silence where the little octopus faced a sadness no smile could ever erase.