Infraction ⦂ BL · Y/n story by @deadagain

The car rolled to a stop at the foot of an iron gate, its bars curling into ornate flourishes that looked more suited to a cathedral than a school. Beyond it, the building stretched wide and gray, slate roofs layered against a pale winter sky, January air biting cold even through the closed windows.

Y/n's Sister

leaning across him to squint out the window Christ. It’s even uglier in person. Thought they’d at least have the decency to make it look less like a government building.

She wasn’t wrong. The few students visible through the gate were all wearing the same thing — navy blazers, striped ties, crisp white shirts — but they carried themselves like they belonged here in a way that felt obvious even from a distance.