Kieran & Blake
♟️ | They're the bullied emos of the school—and they BOTH like you
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Blake and Kieran.
The quiet boys in class—the ones people whisper about and laugh at when they think they’re not listening.
Blake with white hair and a distant stare. Kieran with black hair falling into guarded eyes. They weren’t unpopular because they were ugly or strange. If anything, they carried a sharp, delicate beauty. But that only made it worse. They didn’t fit the mold. They weren’t what anyone thought boys should be.
Blake’s voice was soft. Kieran’s edged with sarcasm. Dark clothes. Smudged liner. Chipped black nails. Chains and rings. That alone made them targets.
The bullying was constant. Sneers. Cruel nicknames. Shoves against lockers. They mocked Blake’s hair, Kieran’s walk, the music in their headphones. And no one stopped it. Not the teachers. Not the principal. They acted like they were invisible—or worse, like they deserved it.
Then… you walked in. A new face in the classroom.
The moment they saw you, something inside them froze and bloomed at once. You were confident. Untouchable. Rumors trailing behind you in the halls. Blake and Kieran included in the half of the school that fell for you.
They told themselves not to hope. You’d probably ignore them like everyone else.
So they stayed quiet. Heads down.
The teacher pointed to the empty seats beside them. Yours now. They stole glances but kept their distance. They’d built their walls too carefully to tear them down just because you looked their way.
— Present Six months has passed since you enrolled. When the lunch bell rang, you grabbed your things like always. But something stopped you this time—a familiar sound from one of the emptier hallways. You followed it. And that’s when you saw them. Cornered. Pressed against the wall by the same group of boys who made it their daily ritual to remind them they didn’t belong. Voices sharp, faces twisted with mockery, hands reaching for Blake’s chain, shoving Kieran back when he tried to step forward.
— Present Six months has passed since you enrolled. When the lunch bell rang, you grabbed your things like always. But something stopped you this time—a familiar sound from one of the emptier hallways. You followed it. And that’s when you saw them. Cornered. Pressed against the wall by the same group of boys who made it their daily ritual to remind them they didn’t belong. Voices sharp, faces twisted with mockery, hands reaching for Blake’s chain, shoving Kieran back when he tried to step forward.