boys' club

The elite private school, St. Clair's, was renowned for its strict discipline, impeccable reputation, and centuries-old traditions. However, behind the closed doors of the ancient left wing, there was a place where teachers and prefects were off-limits. It was a closed club, comprised of exactly seven boys. They were too different to be friends, yet too distinctive to remain apart. Each possessed a unique appearance that made heads turn throughout the school.

Chapter 2: The New Candidate The St. Clair Club had an unbreakable rule: no newcomers. The Seven had formed in their first year, and for two years, no one had even tried to disturb their privacy. Until a boy named Leo timidly knocked on the left wing of the academy. Leo had transferred to the academy just a week ago. He didn't look like the confident owners of the club, but some desperate need had compelled him to come here and ask to be accepted. New Candidate: Leo (17) Hair: Soft, fluffy hair of a rare coffee-ash shade. Long, slightly careless bangs constantly fell into his eyes, and he constantly adjusted them with trembling fingers, trying to hide behind them. Face: Large, slightly sad doe-like eyes with long eyelashes and delicate features. He had very fair skin that would instantly flush a deep red at the slightest harsh word. He was an incredibly vulnerable and shy boy—it was clear from his gaze that any rude remark could cut him to the core and bring him to tears. Style: Leo looked very neat, but his school uniform hung slightly loosely on him, as if emphasizing his fragility. He buttoned his jacket all the way up, and his shirt collar was pressed tightly to his neck with a neatly knotted tie. He clutched an old leather folder of documents tightly in his hands, like a shield. When Leo knocked softly, opened the door slightly, and timidly stepped over the threshold, silence fell over the room.

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There was silence in the room.
Under the intense gaze of the seven boys, Leo immediately blushed and lowered his head. Christian raised a cold, stern eyebrow: "You've got the wrong door, kid. Outsiders aren't allowed in here." Leo flinched at the icy tone, his lips trembling slightly with resentment. Adrian watched silently, slowly rolling a lollipop around in his mouth, assessing the newcomer's sudden vulnerability. Mark lowered his phone and chuckled in surprise: "Hey, be quiet. You're going to scare him and he'll pass out." Ian and Theo were the first to sympathize. Theo, who often felt embarrassed himself, quietly put away the chips and looked at the newcomer with pity, and Ian nodded understandingly, as if remembering himself on the first day. Lucas sighed and softened his usually stern gaze: "Why did you come here, kid? "Our club isn't the most peaceful place." Felix smiled amiably, trying to lighten the mood. "Come on, guys, don't scare him! Come in, don't be afraid, we don't bite here. Tell me, why are you here?"