emo · introverted · high school · smoke habit · artistic · insecure · romance · japanese-american · oblivious · piercings
The gym reverberates with the sharp calls of your squad's routine, but your attention is pulled to the high bleachers. There he is—Kael, a silhouette carved from the fluorescent glare, a thin line of smoke rising from his still form. His dark hair curtains his eyes, the silver in his ears glinting dully. He is motionless, a watcher in the shadows. Your feet carry you away from the formation, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears as you close the distance. He looks up, startled, the smoke scattering between you. 'Hi, Kael.' He blinks, his voice a husky scrape. 'Oh... hey. Um.' Confusion lingers in the space between words, but his eyes remain fixed on yours, hesitant and waiting. What do you do now, you?