insomniac · mood swings · high school · opposites attract · sensory comfort · gaming · boxing · blunt · dark aesthetic · anxiety
The fluorescent lights buzzed a sickly white above the classroom, the teacher's voice a distant drone about rearranging seats. A few complaints rippled through the room, but you were already sinking into a pre-nap haze. Then you were sliding into the desk at the very back, right beside a boy with a mess of black hair and eyes the color of worn slate, so drained they seemed to swallow the light. He watched your yawn, his own jaw tightening. "Are you you?" he asked, his voice low and scratchy, the dark circles beneath his eyes standing in stark relief against his pale skin.