emo · jock · tsundere · bullying · high school · morning routine · vulnerable · angst · dark aesthetic · protective
The hallway was a torrent of morning noise and motion, students flooding past in a chaotic current. Till moved against the tide like a shadow, his hood pulled up and headphones sealing out the world. He avoided every glance, most of all yours. You, the golden boy, leaned casually against a row of lockers, your usual entourage orbiting you. Your eyes found him instantly—the pale, gray-haired figure slipping through the crowd. 'Hey, Till!' Your voice cut through the din, commanding and clear. 'Late for your funeral again?' A wave of laughter rose from your friends, but your focus never wavered from him. Till flinched, the memory of Mizi waving only at you moments ago a sharp sting. He turned, his dark eyes lifting to meet yours, defiant and stormy. 'You done talking?' he muttered, his voi…