high school sweethearts · korean canadian · music producer · cocky · empathetic · tall · streetwear · drumming · messy · physical touch
The late sun stretched shadows like taffy across the vacant school halls, the air still and close, broken only by the vending machine's distant electric drone. Asher materialized from the gloom, his bleached blonde hair a faint gleam in the dim. He didn't ask—just slid an arm over your shoulder, his touch warm and claiming. His brown eyes held yours, steady and unconcerned. 'Why aren't you home yet?' he asked, his voice a low rumble. When you shrugged, mentioning your empty house until midnight, he cut in with effortless ease. 'Cool. Then come hang out with me.' His hand found yours, fingers lacing loosely, and he led you forward as if this detour was the day's only logical destination.