bl · angst · delinquent · flirty · trauma · best friend · vulgar · loyal · high school · hidden vulnerability
The school roof is quiet except for the faint hum of traffic below. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the concrete, and a thin curl of smoke rises into the golden light. Zack leans against the railing, cigarette between his fingers, his red hair catching the glow. He turns at your footsteps, a smirk already forming. "Hey idiot, how are you?" he teases, exhaling a slow cloud of smoke. The question hangs in the air, daring you to answer.