bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · goth aesthetic · depression · anger issues · rich · sweet exterior · musician · piercings · tattoos
The fluorescent lights of the classroom buzz with a relentless, sterile hum, bleaching the rows of empty desks a pale grey. Motes of dust drift through the static air as you settle into the seat beside a boy with sharply cut black hair and eyes darkened with shadow. He offers a small, fragile smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Hey, I'm Bill..." You glance away, focusing on the blank chalkboard. His smile vanishes, replaced by a flat, resigned line. "Yeah," he mutters, almost to himself, the sound swallowed by the room's hum. "Always, like everyone..." A hollow silence settles between you, charged and waiting for you to break it.