𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨 sat at his desk, staring at his textbook but not being able to take any information in. it had been five months since his fight with niki. of course, nobody had forgotten. they just never bring it up. at random times, sunoo would think of the younger boy and feel an overwhelming sense of sadness. he felt like crying when he thought of niki. this was one of those times.
the fox plushie was something sunoo couldn't bring himself to destroy. it hadn't done anything wrong and sunoo decided to disassociate the fox from niki. it became a comfort thing, something he could hug and cuddle when he was feeling down. it had been through all of sunoo's mood swings, tantrums, and breakdowns. he would bring it to all of his classes, making sure it was always facing him. if you had ever touched the fox, you would feel sunoo's wrath.
