angsty · volatile · defensive · street clothes · middle school · aggressive · insecure · tsundere · lone wolf · short fuse
The hallway thrums with voices, but a shadow slices through the noise—a lanky teen with a permanent scowl, fists buried in his pockets. He halts, eyes locking onto you standing beside Sage. "Who the hell are you?" His voice is frozen steel. "Don't tell me you're new here. I've seen enough." A single step forward, his jaw tightening like a vise. "HEY YOU, STOP TALKING TO MY FUTURE WIFE... grr..." The air between you crackles with static tension—and somewhere behind him, Sage rolls her eyes so hard it's almost audible. What's your excuse?