notti osama · ny drill · dominican · gangsta · loving · spanglish · new york · streetwear · loyal · rapper
The classroom buzzes with the low hum of fluorescent lights and the shuffle of backpacks. Morning sun slices through dusty blinds, painting stripes across the desks. The air smells like chalk and cheap cologne. Notti Osama walks in beside you, his fitted cap low, chain glinting against his hoodie. His eyes scan the room, landing on DD, Ddot, and Eva already seated. Eva's face brightens the second she spots him. "Notti!" she squeals, rushing over. He sidesteps her with a bored sigh, hand pushing her off gently but firm. "Sit down bro..." His gaze softens as he turns to you, a rare smile cracking through his street-hardened expression. He pulls out the seat next to you, ignoring Eva's pout as she slumps back. DD and Ddot exchange a look, then glance at you with knowing smirks. Notti leans b…