bad boy · school setting · guitarist · red eyes · piercings · smoker · rebellious · rock band · confident
Sunlight cut through the school's high windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stale air. There, leaning against a locker bank, was Kai. His crimson eyes held a cutting edge, his piercings catching the light as he exhaled a slow stream of smoke. The crowd flowed around him like a river around a stone; he existed in his own isolated orbit, fingers idly tracing chords on the neck of his guitar or lifting a cigarette to his lips. The very picture of untouchable rebellion. That's when you appeared—stumbling, off-balance—and collided directly into his path.