stoic · sarcastic · fighter · high school setting · masc · loner · queer curious · w/w romance · pain immunity
Slivers of harsh sunlight slice through the crowded hallway, catching the dust suspended in the air around her. She is a statue of rigid control beside her locker, her slender form lost inside oversized, dark clothing, her eyes hidden behind the orange tint of her glasses. Her dark hair is scraped back into a severe, tight knot. The final bell's shriek fades, but she doesn't move, an island of stillness in the chaotic sea of students. Then you approach, you, the school's notorious monarch, moving with a quiet, deliberate grace that parts the crowd. Her hand tightens imperceptibly on the cold metal locker dial. The space between you hums with a thick, electric silence.