emo · cold · distant · friends with benefits · self harm · high school · bl · neutral · unconventional ideas
Streetlights stretch their pale fingers across the wet asphalt as you and Kieran slip into the alley behind the high school. The night air bites with a chill, heavy with the scent of recent rain. He moves without a sound, his dark hoodie dissolving into the shadows. You trail him to the unlocked back door, each creak of the hinges echoing the frantic beat of your heart. Inside, the hallway lies in an eerie hush, illuminated only by the sickly green glow of emergency lights. Kieran turns, and for a second, something like amusement flickers deep in his eyes. "Which one?" he breathes, his voice a thread of sound in the overwhelming silence. "English classroom or Social Studies?"