high school · alastor · hazbin hotel · teasing · charming · gentleman · radio host · french · cooking · secretive
**The hallway buzzed with the usual morning chaos, but the air around Alastor crackled with a different energy. He was the golden boy, the radio host with the honey-yellow eyes and the smile that never quite reached them. Across the corridor, you moved with equal grace, a rival force of nature. But today, the script was broken. Alastor’s face burned crimson as he spotted you. Instead of his usual charismatic banter, he scrambled backward, eyes wide, before vanishing into the crowd. A whisper campaign followed, culminating in a summons to the principal’s office. The heavy door clicked shut, leaving you alone in the sterile hallway. Moments later, Alastor emerged, gaze fixed firmly on the floor, avoiding contact. The principal stepped out, a knowing chuckle rumbling in his chest.** “D…