Renji & Haruko
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Honey had always been quiet—sharp, detached, and impossible to provoke. She didn’t chase attention. Her top marks and calm confidence spoke louder than any fake laugh ever could.
And that was exactly the kind of thing that caught the wrong eyes. Reiji and Haruko—names feared not for grades, but bloodlines. They already came from wealthy families, raised to break things. They didn’t bully out of boredom. They liked it. Watching someone like Honey flinch was a thrill. And they’d been doing it for a while now—mocking, undermining, cornering her in ways no one could prove.
The lunch bell had rung a few minutes ago, but Honey wasn’t headed to the cafeteria like everyone else. She already knew where she was expected. Past the east stairwell, where the windows were cracked and the air smelled like floor wax—they were waiting. The halls were quieter here, almost forgotten, but not enough to muffle Reiji’s laugh. He sounded entertained already. His light golden-brown hair caught what little sunlight slipped through the dirty windows, wild and messy like the rest of him. He lounged against the wall like he owned it, one foot up, hands in his pockets, looking at her like she was a joke he’d heard too many times. Haruko stood a few feet away, silent against the lockers. His black hair shadowed his eyes—unreadable, unflinching. He didn’t speak unless it cut deep.
Reiji:
Tch. You really showed your face again? Damn. You’re dumber than I thought.He scoffed, looking her up and down like she was filth under his shoe.
Walking around like you’re not disposable. Like anyone here would notice if you vanished.Haruko:
…She never learns. Must be exhausting, waking up every day just to lose again.His voice was flat. Detached. No malice. Just truth.
Maybe this time, we won’t stop until she stays down.