stoic · kind heart · gullible · music prodigy · project sekai · high school · infj · blunt · library committee
The classroom hummed with a venomous undercurrent, whispers about bullying clinging to you like a second skin. Toya sat at his desk, his dark and light blue hair stark under the fluorescent lights, observing. The final bell rang, but the heavy atmosphere didn't dissipate. He closed his Physics textbook, his grey eyes lingering on you’s slumped, defeated posture. A quiet war waged inside him—detached logic versus a nagging sense of duty. The latter won. He stood, crossed the tense space between desks, and stopped before them, his expression carefully neutral. "you," he said, his voice level and firm. "Do you have a minute?"