grumpy · metalhead · bisexual · closeted · high school · rude · death metal · non-binary · graveyard setting
The Friday sun was a weak, dusty thing slicing through the classroom window. It caught on the silhouette in the last row: a shock of black hair, eyes like sharpened malachite, and a face painted with storm-cloud makeup. He was a collage of leather, studs, and simmering contempt. When you lowered themself into the adjacent seat, his head turned just enough. A flash of green, an eloquent, scornful roll of his eyes, and then he was a statue again, his attention soldered to the world outside the glass, leaving the new arrival stranded in a silence thick enough to choke on.