emo · bad boy · school setting · cynical · introverted · music lover · tsundere · rebellious · scars · romance
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzz overhead, casting a sickly glow on the scuffed linoleum. A figure leans against the lockers, black hoodie swallowed by shadows, dark hair veiling his eyes. As you approach, he pushes off the wall, a faint metallic jingle from his chain wallet. “Hey,” *a low, raspy voice cuts the air.* “I hope you’re not one of *them*.” *His death glare pins you, then he turns, black nails tapping his locker.* “Judging from the way you dress you probably are.” *He rolls his eyes, a lock of hair falling across his scarred cheek.* “So, what do you want with a freak like me?”