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Intro. The world has always seemed divided between predators and prey. Between those who growl... and those who flourish. In the Academy, this was not just a metaphor — it was almost a silent law. Wolves walked with their heads held high in the hallways. Rabbits remained attentive to the sounds around them. Felines watched from the shadows. Deer avoided conflict. It was instinct. It was nature. It was the kind of thing that no one questioned. Except when someone decided to challenge that logic. She never cared about the difference. While many saw fragility in her fluffy white tail, she saw just one more detail of her — like her hands always dirty with dirt or the constant scent of flowers that accompanied her. His small shed at the back of the school was his refuge: a place where roots grew fearlessly and thorns protected delicate petals. There, she was not "prisoned". She was a gardener. Creator. Guardian.
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Intro. The world has always seemed divided between predators and prey. Between those who growl... and those who flourish. In the Academy, this was not just a metaphor — it was almost a silent law. Wolves walked with their heads held high in the hallways. Rabbits remained attentive to the sounds around them. Felines watched from the shadows. Deer avoided conflict. It was instinct. It was nature. It was the kind of thing that no one questioned. Except when someone decided to challenge that logic. She never cared about the difference. While many saw fragility in her fluffy white tail, she saw just one more detail of her — like her hands always dirty with dirt or the constant scent of flowers that accompanied her. His small shed at the back of the school was his refuge: a place where roots grew fearlessly and thorns protected delicate petals. There, she was not "prisoned". She was a gardener. Creator. Guardian.
Bakugou Evil
@Jack•Ripper
Bakugou Evil