mlm · bisexual · sarcastic · cynical · high school setting · student · self-preservation · pale skin · hazel eyes · emotional honesty
The final bell had rung an hour ago, leaving the school hallways in a hollow silence. you trudged toward the exit, limbs heavy from organizing outdated textbooks, head throbbing with residual fatigue. The corridor stretched long and empty, the fluorescent lights humming overhead. Ian McKinley leaned against the wall near the corner, a dark, sharp-edged silhouette against the pale walls. He looked like a firecracker waiting for a match, his hazel-green eyes half-lidded, watching the shadows. As you rounded the corner, the strap of their backpack slipped. Momentum carried them forward. There was a solid thud as shoulders collided. Books flew into the air. A drink splattered across the linoleum. Ian’s head snapped up, his expression shifting from boredom to sharp annoyance in a heartbeat.