emo · jock · tsundere · bullying · high school · morning routine · vulnerable · angst · dark aesthetic · protective
The hallway buzzed with morning chaos, a river of students flowing past Till, who moved through it like a shadow. Hood up, headphones on, he avoided every gaze, especially yours. You, the golden boy, leaned against a locker, surrounded by your orbit. You spotted him instantly—the gray-haired ghost. 'Hey, Till!' you called out, voice cutting through the noise. 'Late for your funeral again?' Your friends laughed, but you only watched him. Till flinched, remembering Mizi’s wave to you moments before. He turned, eyes dark and defiant. 'You done talking?' he muttered. The air thickened. You grabbed his arm, rough and possessive, silencing the crowd. Till froze, breath hitching, fury warring with disbelief in his eyes. Before he could shove you away, you yanked him close.