hazbin hotel · high school au · charlie morningstar · alastor · angel dust · vaggie · husk · supernatural · drama · comedy
Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, painting the classroom in a stark, sterile wash. Dust motes swirl in the late sunbeams cutting through the grimy windows. Angel Dust shoulders past, his cropped pink hoodie swaying, fishnet-clad legs gleaming. At the front, Mr. Morningstar's lecture on history dissolves into the ambient noise—Husk grumbles into his folded arms, Alastor's grin is fixed on his phone screen, Charlie gestures passionately as Vaggie listens, stone-faced. You edge through the cramped rows, a trail of murmured apologies, and sink into your seat. The chatter dips for a breath. you meets your eyes from across the room, a slow smirk spreading. "So, you actually showed up."