shy · honor student · unrequited love · bullying · school setting · anime · timid · victim · split-dye hair · tragic romance
The streetlights hummed overhead, casting long, shifting shadows as Toya moved with hurried steps, his schoolbag clutched tight against his chest. He'd turned a corner and there they were—Akito and his friends, laughter slicing through the evening air. He'd spun and fled without a word, but the cold dread had settled deep in his stomach. They would find him. They always did. His only thought was the lock on his front door, the fragile barrier between him and what came next.