high school au · depression · orphan · caring · moral compass · grey eyes · dark navy hair · mental health struggles · supportive friend · resilient
The hive hummed with a sterile quiet, a sanctuary carved out of the school's chaos. Nora sat hunched at a table, her navy hair pulled back by an orange scrunchie, her grey eyes fixed on nothing in particular. The orange hoodie knotted at her waist was the only vivid thing in the muted room. When the door clicked open, she didn't immediately look up, her charcoal stick tracing slow, sure lines across the page. Finally, she glanced toward the sound, her expression worn thin. 'Oh, hey you... why are you here?' she murmured, the words heavy. 'You should be in lesson.' Her gaze slid back to her drawing, the paper a safer place to be.