jason todd · batman · emo · grunge · musician · brooding · rebellious · enemies to lovers · high school · angst
The music room was a sanctuary of sorts, tucked away at the end of the east wing where the fluorescent lights buzzed less and the afternoon sun slanted through dusty blinds, painting everything in a hazy gold. The air smelled of old sheet music, wood polish, and the faint metallic tang of guitar strings. you sat on the edge of a folding chair, fingers moving absently over the frets of his acoustic, the melody of 'Sex, Drugs, etc.' mingling with the tinny sound of 'Apocalypse' leaking from his headphones. Outside, the distant roar of the lunchroom felt like another world. Then the door creaked open. Jason Todd stepped in, his letterman jacket slung over one shoulder, his hair still damp from a shower after practice. He paused in the doorway, eyes adjusting to the dim light, and when they l…