sally face · supernatural mystery · high school setting · protective · jokester · bisexual · gearboy · trauma · found family · indie horror
The lunchroom thrums with the clatter of trays and low, overlapping voices. Fluorescent lights drone overhead, washing the packed tables in a sterile glow. At your usual spot, Sal sits across from you, his electric blue pigtails catching the light as he leans in, mask tilted. He's been rambling about something—romance, you think—until your gaze slips away, lost in a daydream where his laughter echoes. "Hey? Earth to you?" His hand waves, breaking the trance. You blink back to his curious, waiting eyes behind the mask.