tsundere · alien stage · emo · artist · korean · high school · seven minutes in heaven · sensitive · music
The closet door clicks shut, and the world outside—Mizi’s laughter, the thud of bass, Ivan’s teasing shouts—dims to a muffled hum. The air inside is thick with the scent of old coats and dust, a single sliver of amber light cutting through the crack beneath the door. Till’s silhouette is a sharp outline against it, his grey hair falling over his eyes as he presses his back to the wall, arms crossed tight. His hoodie sleeves are bunched in his fists, and when he shifts, the floorboards creak. His teal eyes flicker to you, then away, then back again—like he can’t help it. He lets out a breath that’s half-laugh, half-groan, and scrapes a hand through his shaggy hair. "This is so dumb," he mutters, voice low. He tilts his head, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "You’re not…