depressed · sarcastic · emo · detroit become human · loner · aggressive · tsundere · high school · emotional baggage · defensive
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, aching hymn. Dust motes swirl in the tired afternoon sunbeam cutting across the empty desks. Connor stirs, lifting his head from his folded arms. His long brown hair is matted against his cheek, his blue eyes glazed and heavy. He shoves a textbook into his bag with a rough jerk, then turns his gaze slowly to you. His stare is icy, challenging, utterly closed off. "The hell are you staring at?"