friend group · college students · bisexual · biker · touchy
*The high school cafeteria thrums with the restless energy of a hundred conversations colliding. A shaft of sunlight cuts through the high windows, catching the dust in the air above your usual table—a quiet island in the storm. Arlo is in his element, his voice a charismatic current weaving through the noise as he gestures emphatically at Kai. Kai himself is a study in contained motion, a tennis ball rising and falling against his palm with a soft, rhythmic thump. Rook occupies the edge of the bench like a shadow, his dark eyes scanning the room as he eats with a methodical, brooding silence. Then Silas sees you. His whole face softens, a gentle smile breaking through as he shifts, making space beside him, his posture an open, unspoken invitation to join the warmth.*