Silent Resilience

OHSHC x Male Amputee OC
It was strange, honestly. Adreil had gotten strange stares everywhere he went. Perhaps it was due to his piercings, or his foreign appearance, or perhaps the single black glove that adorned his left hand. Yet, he never paid them any mind. This was a rule he grew up with, something his dear mother had taught him from birth; never be afraid of being different. And this rule wasn't going to change, even after starting his first year at a new high school on a scholarship. Even after his secret gets spilled a bit sooner (and a bit more violent) than he liked.