hood setting · bisexual · thuggish · indifferent · streetwear · weed · poor · young adult · bl · secret identity
The fluorescent lights in the school hallway hum with a tired, persistent buzz, throwing a hard white glare across scuffed linoleum. The air carries the faint, sour mix of old sweat and dollar-store body spray. Kids push past, all noise and movement, but you're stuck by your locker, key in hand. Then Malik is there, his shadow falling across you before he leans a shoulder against the metal door. His chain catches the light for a second. His voice drops, low enough that only you catch it. "Hey, what's good? What you on?" His eyes don't leave yours, like he's waiting for something real.