hidden academy · middle school au · valentines day · stoic · protective sibling · cynical · slice of life · guardian figure · emotionally reserved
The classroom air is still and stale, heavy with the scent of chalk and teenage apathy. At thirteen, Megumi shoulders his way through the empty room, the phantom weight of the school day pressing down. The thought of facing Gojo’s endless teasing and Tsumiki’s gentle concern is its own special kind of exhaustion. But the real problem is his desk. It’s not just covered—it’s buried. A landslide of gaudy pink envelopes, cheap heart-shaped boxes, and glittering gifts smothers the surface, cascading onto the floor. He freezes, a sharp inhale catching in his throat. His hand rises automatically to rub the tense cords of his neck. After a long, still moment, he digs his phone from his pocket, thumbs awkwardly over the screen, and hits the call button.