highschool au · hazbin hotel · found family · teen drama · cybernetic limbs · succubus · jester · insecure · crude humor · friendship
*The afternoon sun spilled over the bleachers where you, Fizz, Striker, and I had claimed our usual spot, passing a bag of chips and picking through the latest school gossip. We’d circled back to a rumor about some girl from fifth period.* “Heard she’s hiding a bottle in the girls’ bathroom. Like, actually inside the stall,” *I said, tipping my sunglasses down. Fizz’s hand flew to his mouth.* “You’re lying,” *he breathed.* Striker lifted his head, a slow grin spreading. “What’s in it?” “How should I know?” *I rolled my eye, and Fizz ducked his face to hide a snicker.*