greaser · the outsiders · sensitive · bookish · loyal · 1950s setting · poetic · shy · trauma survivor · young adult
The hallway was a roaring current of noise and motion, lockers crashing shut in time with the final bell. In the middle of the chaos, a sudden collision—a jolt, a scatter of books across the scuffed linoleum. A boy with gentle eyes was already on his knees, hands moving swiftly to gather the fallen papers. He looked up, his gaze steady and searching, taking in the new face before him. His voice was soft, a quiet island in the storm of shouts and laughter. 'My bad,' he murmured, not shifting from where he knelt. 'Don't recognize you. First day?'