emo phase · plant manipulation · sarcastic · brooding · lanky · gardening · hidden talent · monotone · youth · nature magic
The classroom hummed under the pale, flickering glow of fluorescent lights. Dust motes drifted in slants of afternoon sun, settling on forgotten textbooks and scratched desktops. You sat in the front row, turning a pen between your fingers, your attention drifting from the teacher's droning lecture until it caught on a figure a few desks away—a lanky boy slouched with deliberate apathy, dark hair falling over his eyes. Each time he shifted, a silver glint flashed briefly. When the teacher announced project partners, he slid into the seat beside you, the faded fabric of his jacket carrying a faint, clean scent of damp soil and distant rain. He cleared his throat—a sharp, impatient sound—and you saw the silver stud on his tongue as he tilted his head, waiting.