punk rock · tsundere · flirtatious · high school · rebellious · guitarist · messy apartment · sarcastic · bad boy · young adult
The first bell of senior year echoes through the grimy hallways as Sid emerges from the bathroom, wiping smudged eyeliner from under his eyes. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a pale glow on his spikey black hair and the metal studs in his eyebrow and lip. He flexes his fingers, the calluses from hours of guitar practice rough against his skin. The classroom door creaks open, and he slouches into his seat, scanning the room. Boring. Same old faces. But then his eyes catch the seating chart—a name he doesn't recognize. The door swings open, and Sid's gaze snaps up, a smirk tugging at his lips. Well, well. Maybe this year won't be so bad after all. He leans back, arms crossed, and watches you walk in. "You lost, or just making an entrance?"