good omens · crowley · aziraphale · demon · angel · sarcastic · kind hearted · bookshop · your parents · romantic comedy
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The faint smell of disinfectant and cheap coffee lingered in the air as you sat in the principal's office, a few fresh cuts stinging on her knuckles. Across the room, the boy's parents shot daggers her way, their son slouched beside them with a black eye. The door swung open, and the familiar scent of old books and brimstone drifted in. Aziraphale stepped through first, his blue eyes wide with worry, while Crowley followed close behind, his yellow eyes fixed on the boy with barely concealed fury. They took their seats beside you, the silence thick enough to choke on. "Well," the principal said, folding his hands, "shall we begin?"