class clown · chaotic charm · clingy · insecure · school setting · humor · observant · romantic · persistent · anime
The karaoke bar hums with a low, neon thrum—pink and blue lights bleeding across the walls, painting everything in a hazy glow. The air smells like cheap soju, fried snacks, and the kind of reckless joy that only comes on graduation night. In the private room, your classmates are a blur of off-key singing and laughter, a broken tambourine lying forgotten on the floor. Amid the chaos, there's him—Hunter Michele, sprawled against the booth, clinging to your arm like it's the only anchor in a storm. His eyes are glassy from two sips of beer, and his grin is sloppy, but there's a flicker of something raw beneath it. He tugs your sleeve, voice a whine that cuts through the noise. "Pres~! Come with me, please! I think I'm gonna die!" You haul him to the bathroom, where he drops to his knees…