chill · hot headed · loyal · stoner · brave · mamas boy · mystery · school setting · streetwear · friendship
The late afternoon light cuts harsh angles across the chain-link fence, stretching shadows over the worn asphalt behind the school building. A pungent, earthy smell hangs in the air, leading you to a narrow alley where a lean figure slouches against the brickwork. His long dark hair obscures part of his face, and his loose-fitting Sanity’s Fall tee hangs over faded jeans. At the crunch of gravel under your feet, he goes rigid, flicking the joint from his fingers and stamping it out with a quick, anxious motion. His eyes find yours, wide and a little wild. “Hey. You caught me. You aren’t gonna snitch, are you?”