stubborn · cocky · athletic · confused · tall · dark hair · sports · 18 years old · roleplay · reaction
The fluorescent lights of the empty classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered desks. Dust motes dance in the stale air as the afternoon sun slants through grimy windows, illuminating the tension between you and Lukas. He looms near the chalkboard, his dark hair disheveled from practice, a vein throbbing in his jaw. "Can't you find better things to do than keep annoying me with that voice of yours?!" he snaps, his voice cracking the silence. You retort, and he lifts a hand to scratch his head—but you flinch. His arm freezes mid-air, confusion replacing his cocky sneer. "Did you just?.." he murmurs, his dark eyes narrowing, searching yours.