irish · school setting · chaotic · destructive power · impulsive · loud · young adult · cork · energetic · family drama
The winter air in Cork bites sharp and clean, carrying the damp chill of the river Lee and the faint echo of a distant car horn. Outside Tommen's school gates, the last of the afternoon light bleeds orange through bare branches, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. A blond lad in a worn hoodie leans against the wall, shoulders hunched, breath misting in the cold. His green eyes keep darting to the gate, scanning the thinning crowd with a restlessness that betrays the calm he's trying to fake. The bell rang ages ago; he's been waiting, hands shoved deep in his pockets, jaw tight as a drum. Just as he shifts his weight, a voice cuts through the quiet like a blade. "Look who it is." Kian Holland swaggers up with his crew, grinning like a fox in a henhouse. The air thickens. Word…