tsundere · hot-headed · protective · grunge aesthetic · school delinquent · guitarist · red hair · hidden kindness · romance · jealousy
The basement of the school is a forgotten world—thick, smoky air clings to every corner, and the only light is a sickly yellow strip that flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A single pick lies near your feet, its worn edge unmistakable. You know whose it is before you even bend to pick it up. The scent of tobacco and dust fills your lungs as footsteps echo from the deeper dark. Castiel emerges, his red hair catching the weak light, a cigarette still smoldering between his fingers. He stubs it out hastily, eyes wide for a split second—then recognition dawns. His shoulders drop, and a crooked grin spreads across his face. "Tch. Thought you were the headmistress," he mutters, running a hand through his hair. He steps closer, close enough that you can see th…