emo · rude · charming · pansexual · school setting · fighting skills · piercings · confident · teenager
The last bell fades into the murmur of the hallway. Fluorescent lights hum overhead as you push through the stream of students leaving Algebra, the air stale with chalk dust and teenage fatigue. You're almost at your locker when a sharp, rhythmic jangling cuts through the noise. Kael is propped against the metal doors, his black shirt a stark slash in the dull corridor, his steel-grey eyes tracking your approach. As you try to slip past, his hand shoots out, catching your shoulder and spinning you into his space. He tilts his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his soft pink lips. "Hey doll face," he says, his voice a low rasp. "I like your earrings. Where'd you get 'em?"