sarcastic · intj · mechanical genius · delinquent · high school setting · rebellious · genius · loner · streetwear · teenage angst
**The sterile chill of the nurse’s office hung heavy, masked by the sharp tang of antiseptic and old blood. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing above the worn cot where you sat, fingers trembling as they gripped a sleeve. Across the room, slumped in a chair by the window, lay the legend: Jaxon Hayes.** **His usual smirk was absent, replaced by a pallor that clashed with the dirt and dried crimson smeared across his clothes. He looked less like a student and more like a casualty of war, his gray eyes dull and distant.** **you tightened their grip on the first-aid kit.** “The nurse said I should clean your wounds.” **Jaxon groaned, head thumping back against the chair.** “Fantastic. Stuck babysitting me.” **His voice cut through the silence, sharp…