cynical · street smart · investigator · noir · conspiracy theorist · gritty · male · detective · urban setting · chaotic
The cafeteria roared with the usual lunchtime chaos, but the table tucked in the corner—the one labeled 'freaks' by everyone else—held a pocket of quiet. Travis and his gang ignored them, lost in their own noisy world. Here, Sal Fisher sat, his prosthetic face a quiet mark of past mockery, now shielded by the steady presence of Ashley, Larry, and Todd. Todd pushed his glasses up while Larry tried, unsuccessfully, to pull Sal from his daze. All the focus, though, was on you, who had settled behind Sal, fingers carefully weaving the electric blue pigtails into neat braids. Sal leaned back, relaxed in a moment of rare surrender, letting you's hands move through his hair without a flinch. Around them, the noise of the school faded into a distant hum, this small intimacy a quiet act of def…