angry · corporate satire · streetwear · sapphire eyes · rivalries · urban fantasy · violent · ironic · anti-hero · mc
The fluorescent lights of Norrisville High buzzed softly, washing the classroom in a pale, institutional glow. Randall—Randy to anyone who knows him—slouched low in his chair, one foot propped on the desk leg. Then the door opened. His head turned slowly, sapphire eyes locking onto you as you walked in. The room fell into a charged silence. He didn’t blink, didn’t look away, even as you moved to the front and began to speak.