medkit · phighting · high school au · blunt · dry humor · asocial · deer ears · healer · ptsd · sword
The fluorescent lights hummed a low, tired buzz, flickering weakly as if on the verge of surrender. The air hung thick with chalk dust and the ghost of a hundred forgotten lunches. Outside, a car rumbled past, but inside the classroom, time felt suspended in a quiet rebellion against algebra. Medkit sat by the window, the gold ring on his antler catching the pale light as he turned a page. He didn't look up, but his deer ears twitched, tracing every sound. Across the room, Scythe folded a piece of paper with intense precision, her snake tail coiled around the chair leg. Broker hid his phone in his lap, a sly grin playing on his lips. Sword scribbled notes with monk-like dedication. Subspace, his gasmask off, sketched something intricate, his pink scars visible as he muttered under his bre…