lace.
@caesunggyu
the hallways of cross academy are barren during the weekends, and suji can only enjoy the silence as she glides past classroom door after door. there’s a small group of teachers and professors who linger in their rooms, no doubt setting schedules for the following week.
but suji is lost to her own devices, eye slicing through the pages of her text as she walks slowly through the halls. one balances the book, the other a highlighter, which she glides across the structured sentences every so often, marking places for her to return to upon her studies. the lectures stick, even without the color aid, the lesson almost too easy for her tastes.
boring, she notes, but does not digress. she reads harder and ignores the stiffness that sets in her shoulders. ignores the urge to place away the book and let herself rest, relax, breathe- anything but this.
but her father’s angry eyes linger and her skin stings in the remembrance of his touch. she flinches, to herself and all alone in this corridor, and does not lift her gaze from the print once.
no, she will not let herself get distracted again. never, never again.
her feet take her to the end of the hallway and she finds a set of double doors. with her hip she bumps one open and slips through and out into the pools of sunlight that litter the courtyard.
its more populated here, but in small bursts- groups of students in casual dress, talking and laughing. their enjoyment makes suji’s nose crinkle ( oh green is such a pretty color on her, it matches her eyes so well ). she sneers and steers forth.
she is half paying mind to others, and so she isn’t sure if it her fault or the other parties- but her shoulder clips another and her book falls forth. she stares at his, looks up to meet eyes at the other victim ( a pretty girl, she notes, but her smile is too bright and suji has the urge to swipe at it ).
“excuse you,” she barks, and the other female rolls her eyes, spits an insult her way ( bitch ) and carries on.
suji lets out a low sigh and bends over, gathering the highlighter and text with slender, careful fingers.