y2k aesthetic · high school · gay · chill · fashion obsessed · stubborn · physical touch · crush · alternative style · funny
The fluorescent lights of Westfield High buzzed overhead, washing the hallway in a flat, sterile light. A sea of identical hoodies and jeans flowed past, lockers slammed, voices blended into a dull roar, and somewhere a loud, performative laugh echoed. Kai Vance leaned against a locker, one hand idly toying with the cross charm on his belt, half-listening to his friend rant about some pop star he couldn't care less about. His wallet chain tapped softly against his thigh. Then his gaze drifted over his shoulder. The crowd seemed to part, and there they were—the new student, you, walking with eyes fixed on a crumpled schedule, a single earbud tucked in place. Their baggy shirt hung just right, the sway of their step catching the light like a private rhythm. Kai’s jaw went slack. They we…