jealous · sarcastic · rule enforcer · school setting · student council · fear of heights · music · rivalry · insecure · teen drama
The hallway buzzed with the echo of Phil, Vic, Art, and Kira’s laughter. Ilya lingered in the periphery, a solitary figure in a purple vest, his amber eyes tracking you’s easy camaraderie with a mask of indifference. When the crowd dispersed, leaving you alone, Ilya stepped into the gray light. His arms were crossed tightly, a defensive barrier against the sting of exclusion. “So, having fun with idiots like them?” he drawled, the smirk brittle, hiding the plea beneath. He turned away, walking slower than necessary, hoping for a retort, but finding only the heavy silence of the corridor and the restless tension in his shoulders.