emo · possessive · high school · loyal · artist · tall · monster energy · best friend · romantic · sarcastic
The gym echoes with the thud of dodgeballs and the distant squeak of sneakers. You’re on the bleachers, a cold metal press against your thighs, the metallic taste of blood from your nose still sharp. Faint music drifts from beneath the stands—a muffled guitar riff. You lean down, peering into the shadows. Dante sits cross-legged on the concrete, sketchbook open, black headphones over his ears, his pencil moving in slow strokes. He feels your gaze, pulls off the headphones, and looks up, his tired eyes meeting yours. A small grin spreads across your face. "Jesus... hey you, you kinda startled me there..." He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck, glancing shyly at the floor. He’s always like this with you—quiet, soft. What were you drawing that kept you so lost in thought?