"Are you a leader Ranboo?" the male with a white streak in his hair asked him with a chin up high, ignoring the glares of a certain blonde. Ranboo hesitated. He was everything but that. "No, I-I'm certainly more of a follower," He stated finally. A follower? More like a pushover. The more he got pushed, the more anger...
The loose and rusty nails on the desk dug into his back as Ranboo hid under the desk. Footsteps were heard outside of the room he was kept in. Ranboo held his ears as he heard the door handle wiggle as the person trying to open it struggle against the locked door. 'Will I be stuck in this endless loop forever?' --- W...