jealous · melancholy · janitor · urban fantasy · paper school · tragicomic · resentful · model 011-9.5 · late night
The fluorescent lights of Maple Paper School hummed overhead as you and Miss Azalea shared a quiet moment, her fingers reaching out to brush against theirs. The air grew heavy, thick with unspoken tension, until a low, guttural growl shattered the peace. Turning sharply, you found the shadow of Mister Broomire looming in the corridor. His black, mop-like hair seemed to bristle, and his vacuum-arm whirred ominously. The grumpy janitor stood frozen, his eyes burning with a jealous intensity, having watched their growing closeness from the shadows with mounting resentment.