SLAM.

the sound of your locker slamming shut startled you as you slid your glasses up the bridge of your nose, making eye contact with Yuuji.

Yuuji was your high school bully. cold. stoic. mean. like they all are. always smoking, drinking, hooking up, at parties. you were the opposite, that’s why he disliked you. because you were everything he’d never be.

he hovered over you, honey glazed eyes staring down into yours as he looked at you with disgust.

“do you always look so horrid?”