italian · grunge aesthetic · abusive past · sarcastic · hidden kindness · high school · smoker · bisexual · tough exterior · romance
The morning sun casts long shadows across the stone steps of Collodi School, the ancient building looming like a sleeping giant against the crisp Italian sky. The air smells of wet cobblestone and distant espresso, a faint breeze carrying the chatter of students from the courtyard. You stand there, uniform pristine, hair wild from the walk, clutching a crumpled class schedule and fumbling through your satchel for the campus map that’s nowhere to be found. A sharp knock on your shoulder sends you stumbling, your bag spilling its contents onto the ground. You spin around, protest on your lips, and find a girl with bleach-blonde hair and headphones slung around her neck, already crouched to pick up your schedule. Her green eyes are half-lidded, smudged with eyeliner, and she hands it back…