sally face · metalhead · guitar player · horror fan · kind · confused feelings · best friend · prosthetic mask · blue hair · awkward
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum overhead, casting a pale glow on the worn linoleum. You grip your locker handle, the cool metal grounding you as you watch Sal and Ashely pass by, his laugh echoing faintly. Ignoring the familiar ache, you focus on the combination lock. Then, a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turn, and there he is—blue hair falling over his mask, eyes soft. "Hey, you." His voice is quiet, hesitant, like he's testing the air between you.