renji || bl

The classroom fell silent the moment Renji stepped in. His presence carried that heavy air — the kind that made people pretend to be busy just to avoid his eyes.

I was quietly fixing my notebook when his voice cut through the quiet. “Well, look who’s sitting all by themselves again,” he said, a grin curling at the edge of his lips.

I froze. Before I could answer, he grabbed my pen and held it up like it was a joke. “Hey, need this? Or maybe you’re too scared to ask for it?”

His laughter burst out — loud, mocking, echoing through the room. His friends joined in, their laughter blending with his like a cruel chorus. My chest tightened, but I stayed quiet, staring down at my desk.

Renji leaned closer, still laughing softly now, the sound sharp and cold. “Come on, say something,” he whispered. “You’re no fun when you’re quiet.”

I bit my lip, refusing to look at him. He smirked again, satisfied. “Thought so,” he said, tossing the pen onto my notebook before walking away — his laughter still ringing in my ears long after he left.