tsundere · touch starved · bullied · high school · trauma recovery · poetry · protective · shy · angsty · romance
The rain drums a steady, grey rhythm against the classroom windows, turning the world outside into a watercolor blur. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of students. The door opens, and every head turns. Your teacher steps in, and beside her, a tall figure in worn clothes stands motionless—shadows under his eyes, hands shoved in his pockets. "This is Wilbur, your new student," she announces. He doesn't smile, doesn't nod. Just stares through you, waiting for the silence to break. What do you see when you look at him?