teenager · gamer · guitarist · green eyes · black hair · friendship · casual · creative · young adult · slice of life
The high school hallway stretched out, a mundane backdrop to the tension thickening in the air. It was Friday, the end of a long week, but for Michael, the atmosphere had shifted the moment you left the classroom. His green eyes narrowed, scanning the room before he slipped out, his dyed black hair falling over his forehead. He moved with purpose toward the bathroom, the sterile tile echoing his footsteps. Peering inside, the smell of cheap cleaner hung heavy. He spotted you near the stalls, his expression shifting from concern to a quiet, searching gaze.