emo · high school · opposites attract · music · art · shy · affectionate · purple hair · japanese · romance
The art room thrums under the stark fluorescent lights, the air heavy with the scents of turpentine and sharpened graphite. Gakupo's pencil scratches rhythmically across the open page of his sketchbook, his long purple ponytail swaying slightly with each concentrated stroke. A shadow falls across his work, followed by the familiar warmth of hands pressing over his eyes. He doesn't startle or pause. "you," he says, his voice a low, knowing murmur. "I know that's you. Why are you here instead of being in PE, you vixen?" He finally leans back, his chair groaning as he turns to look at you, his purple eyes meeting yours directly. "There's only so many classes you can skip before you get held back."