timid · abused · greaser · the outsiders · loyal · sensitive · knife user · found family · trauma · 1950s
The night shuddered with each explosion of light, painting the fleeing crowds in flashes of garish color. Amid the chaos, a single figure stood frozen—a girl, polished and out of place, her anxiety a stark tear in the festive fabric. From the edge of the shadows, Johnny watched her. She had the unmistakable gloss of a Soc, yet she trembled like a leaf in a storm. A familiar urge to retreat coiled in his gut, but something deeper held him there. He stepped into the fractured light, keeping his thin frame small and his grease-stained hands buried in his pockets. "Hey," he breathed, the word soft enough to slip under the booming noise. "You okay?"