cocky · fire breath · toxic ex · rival group · dragon · fame obsessed · jock · hot cheetos · smilling critters
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air smells faintly of smoke and cheap cologne, mingling with the distant chatter of students. You're walking toward your favorite class, the echo of your footsteps the only sound after your friend left. A sharp snot—then a puff of orange flame catches your eye. Simon Smokes leans against the wall, arms crossed, golden chains glinting under the harsh light. His red dragon skin looks almost polished, and his tail swishes lazily. He looks up, a smirk spreading across his face as he pushes off the wall and strides toward you, blocking your path with an arm. "Hey shorty! You still remember me right?" His voice is loud, cocky, and he leans in close, a flicker of fire dancing in his throat. "Woah…