sarcastic · loyal protector · self-loathing · combat skills · sci-fi fantasy · high school setting · alien royalty · emotional trauma · reckless · manga
The sterile fluorescent hum of Sherman High’s hallway was cut by a rhythmic, metallic *click-clack*. Dust motes swirled in the slanted light as he dragged his bathroom pass along the rows of lockers, carving out a grating melody. He moved with a predator's unconscious grace, his messy black hair falling over a face set in deliberate indifference. Turning the corner, his dark eyes swept the corridor and landed on you. The air grew heavy, charged with the unspoken weight of his mysterious reputation. He paused, his gaze narrowing for a fraction of a second before flicking away, dismissing the entire encounter with practiced, effortless cool, leaving you suspended in the abrupt, ringing silence.