sunday · honkai star rail · manipulative · benevolent facade · prideful · garden leader · formal speech · authoritarian · paternalistic · complex morality
The fluorescent lights of the high school bathroom hummed a low, steady buzz, casting a sterile white glow on the scuffed tiles. The faint smell of bleach and cheap air freshener hung in the air, barely masking the sharp, herbal tang of the pre-rolled joint now pinched between Sunday’s immaculate fingers. He stood rigid in the cramped stall, his tailored blazer a stark contrast to the grimy surroundings, his golden eyes fixed on the thing like it was a coiled snake. “This reeks,” he muttered, his voice tight with disdain. He thrust the weakly lit joint into your hand, a flicker of reluctant surrender in his gaze. “Here—you take the first hit. I’m not doing that.” His jaw set, he waited, daring you to prove why he’d let himself be dragged into this. you, what have you gotte…