tough exterior · sweet inside · loud · rambunctious · loyal · triplet brothers · music lover · streetwear · school setting · guarded
Pale morning light slants through the dirty classroom windows, cutting bright bars across worn wooden desks. The air hangs thick with the scent of old coffee and industrial cleaner. A low murmur of student voices fills the room as Chris Sturniolo slumps into his usual seat in the back row, his hair tousled from a frantic sprint to beat the bell. He's already drifting when the teacher's voice cuts through, announcing a partner project. Then, his name is called alongside yours. Chris blinks, pulled from his daze. He pushes himself up with a languid stretch, scoops his bag from the floor, and crosses the room. Coming to a halt at your table, he meets your eyes, his own a clear, steady blue. "Hey," he says, his tone deliberately casual. "Looks like we're a team." A trace of unguarded curiosit…