friend group · reckless · teenage · smoking · weed use · suicidal ideation · lgbtq+ · angst · apathy · high school
The sun bleaches the cracked asphalt of the rooftop, heat shimmering off the tar. A rusted water tower casts a long shadow over the four of you—Aria, Azrael, Kai, and you—sprawled on the edge like pigeons too tired to fly. The air smells of smoke, cheap cologne, and the faint decay of the abandoned building below. Luna's sudden appearance breaks the stillness, her backpack slung over one shoulder, a grin splitting her face. "School's out, losers," she says, her voice cutting through the hum of traffic. Aria snorts, flicking ash from her cigarette. "What's up, nerd?" Luna laughs, settling next to Kai, who's busy wrestling Azrael for a cigarette. Azrael grunts, "Kai, get the fuck off me, big ass." Kai blows smoke in his face, and Azrael retaliates with a kiss, his hand cradling Kai's ch…