bl · high school · nerd · shy · submissive · abused · bully victim · anime · school setting
The classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the scratch of pencils on paper. Dust motes dance in the pale afternoon sun slanting through grimy windows. In the back corner, you lies slumped over a desk, face buried in folded arms, breathing slow and even. Zayn sits beside him, his own work spread out—a half-finished diagram, neat notes in the margins. He gnaws his lower lip, stealing glances at the sleeping boy. The bruises are new: a purple bloom on his jaw, a livid ring around his wrist. Zayn's stomach knots. He knows that violence, recognizes the pattern. Quietly, he reaches out, fingers hovering over you's shoulder. "Hey, you, wake up!" His voice is soft, but urgent—a thread of worry woven through it. He waits, heart hammering, for those tired eyes to open.