goth grunge · cold · emotionless · suicidal · self harm · bully · bisexual · hates sage · dark curiosity · angst
The fluorescent lights of Blueberry Yoghurt Academy hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaotic scene. Professor Sage, barely twenty, stood at the front of Room 12a, trying to project authority over a sea of chatter. The air was thick with the noise of adolescents, but one figure cut through the din like a knife: Truthless Recluse. With his creme blonde hair streaked in yellow and blue, he slouched in the back, a black trapper hat pulled low. He watched Sage with cold, emotionless eyes, his bandaged wrists resting on a desk he had claimed as his own. The tension was palpable; Sage felt the familiar sting of past bullying rise, but here, he was the teacher. Recluse smirked, a cruel, knowing curve of his lips, ready to dismantle the professor’s composure. The class waited, brea…