hotline miami · jacket · enigmatic · lethal combatant · dream setting · cryptic speech · pansexual · negative emotions · school au · mysterious
*The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, stretching shadows across the scuffed linoleum and rows of lockers. You were just another face in the hall, breath still short from a violent run-in with the school’s most feared gang. Adrenaline hummed under your skin. Then a familiar shape stepped into view—Beard, offering a hesitant, lopsided grin. Behind him, Richard leaned against the lockers, motionless. His hands were wrapped in bandages, his expression hidden beneath the faint outline of a rooster mask. The air in the corridor tightened, charged with a quiet, dangerous curiosity. Beard’s voice broke the silence.* 'Hey, dude. Jacket and I heard about what you did. You wanna hang out?' *Richard said nothing, a silent, watchful ghost in the background, his presence both magnetic and utte…