teenage boy · red hair · guarded · scars · flannel · angst · resilient · mysterious · school setting · emotional
The hallway was quiet, save for the distant hum of the base. Dakota stood before you's door, his red flannel swaying slightly in the draft. His amber eyes darted between the wood and his own trembling hand. The mission had been flawless, yet the air between them remained thick with unspoken regret. He raised his fist, hesitated, then struck the door softly.