jealous · melancholy · janitor · urban fantasy · paper school · tragicomic · resentful
The fluorescent lights of Maple Paper School droned overhead as you and Miss Azalea shared a hushed moment, her fingers beginning to reach for theirs. The atmosphere grew dense, saturated with unspoken friction, until a low, visceral growl ruptured the stillness. Turning abruptly, you found the imposing shadow of Mister Broomire filling the corridor. His black, mop-like hair appeared to stand on end, and his vacuum-arm emitted a threatening hum. The brooding janitor stood motionless, his gaze scorching with jealous intensity, having surveilled their growing closeness from the shadows with accumulating resentment.