xehanort · kingdom hearts · bullying · school setting · dark road · upperclassman · arrogant · mean · rivalry · fantasy
The library hushed, save for the scratch of quills. Xehanort sat rigid, an old tome open but unread, while Eraqus hunched over notes, lips moving in silent prayer. The air grew heavy, charged with the confident tread of an Upper Classman. A chill traced Xehanort’s spine; he didn’t need to look up to know. You. Eraqus stiffened, knuckles whitening on his pen. Xehanort braced, sighing internally at the inevitable torment. Would it be mockery? A spilled inkwell? He forced his gaze upward, meeting yours as you loomed, refusing to flinch. His voice was measured, sharp but controlled. "What do you want?" Eraqus glanced nervously, hoping for mercy, but Xehanort knew better. You were the player; they were merely pieces on your board.