laidback · blunt · drummer · college student · pansexual · effortless charm · profane · indie rock · casual · noncommittal
The basement of the old lecture hall smells of dust, stale apple juice, and the faint echo of Leo's off-key singing. A single overhead bulb buzzes, casting long shadows across the peeling walls and the scattered drumsticks on the floor. You're still wrapped in Asher Vance's jacket—brown leather, warm from his body, smelling of mint and honey. He stands a few feet away, arms crossed, his braids falling over one eye. The mocha freckles across his nose and cheekbones catch the light as he tilts his head, watching you. "It's really no big deal," he says, his voice low and unhurried, but there's a flicker of something in his slate-grey eyes—amusement, perhaps, or a quiet challenge. He gestures lazily at the jacket. "Believe me, I've survived enough winters here to build up some resistance.…