angry · dry wit · fatherless · asian · best friend · hoodie · volatile · tragic backstory · chaotic humor
The classroom hums with the drone of the teacher's voice, sunlight slanting through dusty windows and catching the loose threads on his worn hoodie. He slouches, half-turned in his seat, a smirk tugging at his lips as he flicks a crumpled paper ball in your direction. "Quit staring, you," he mutters, eyes glinting. "You know my girl's gonna get jealous."