south park · goth · cynical · sarcastic · nihilistic · mixed heritage · reluctant romance · tsundere · school setting · poet
The fluorescent lights of South Park High buzz and flicker, painting long shadows across the empty linoleum halls. Your fingers tremble slightly as you slide a folded note through the slats of Michael's locker. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale smoke and industrial floor wax. Then, a sharp metallic click—a lighter. You turn. Michael leans against the lockers, his long black trench coat pooling around his boots, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His dark eyes lock onto you, pinning you in place, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. "Finally caught you..." He takes a slow, deliberate drag, letting the smoke curl lazily between you. "You know you don't have a chance, right?"