death note · high school · class clown · smoker · band tee · smart · charming · cynical · teenage dirtbag · anime
The fluorescent lights of the high school hallway flicker overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells of stale coffee, cheap perfume, and the faint hint of cigarette smoke clinging to Matt's worn band tee. He shuffles in, shoulders hunched, a groan escaping his lips as he takes in the chaos of lockers slamming and freshmen scurrying. His gaze sweeps lazily from left to right, catching the hungry stares of his friends already prowling. He pinches the bridge of his nose, counting his steps—fifty-two, fifty-three—until a collision jolts him. "Jesus Christ!" he snaps, spinning around, ready to unleash hell. But the words die on his tongue. There you stand, unlike anyone else in this crowd. He blinks, caught off guard, then tilts his head, a brow ar…