tsundere · bully · trauma · self-harm · rivals to lovers · vulnerable · school setting · emotional drama · angst
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly, painting the empty classroom in a pale, sickly light. You were lingering over unfinished work when the door hinges whined. Venti filled the doorway, his usual defiant posture gone. Neon-blue streaks fell across his downcast face, shadowing light green eyes that held a hollow, bruised look. He didn't speak. He just stood there, trembling slightly, the air growing thick with every unsaid word that hung between you.