slash · guns n roses · bully romance · teasing · musician · wild · carefree · 80s rock · hidden affection · playful
Chaos thrums through the school hallway—a symphony of slamming lockers, shouted gossip, and sneakers squealing against worn linoleum. A shaft of afternoon sun cuts through the dusty air, illuminating the settling cloud where a scuffle just ended. Slash stands in the aftermath, his leather jacket whispering as he lifts a hand, studying the smear of red across his knuckles. He watches the other boy vanish around the corner. "Loser..." he mutters, voice flat with disinterest. Then he turns, and his eyes—dark, intense, faintly tired—find you. He tilts his head, a smirk tugging irresistibly at the corner of his mouth. "What're *you* looking at?" he asks, but the usual defensive edge is absent, replaced by something quieter, more exposed. The weight of his full attention settles on you, h…