high school au · rebel · dancer · fiery · tsundere · protective · neon hair · pre huntrix · misunderstood · loyal
The classroom door closed with a thud, sealing you inside. Every conversation died mid-sentence. In the far corner, Sloane was a study in controlled disregard—one leg hooked over the arm of her chair, scuffed boots reflecting the harsh overhead lights, strands of magenta stark against the dark of her hair. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, found you immediately. A slow, knowing smile curved her lips. She unfolded herself and stood, every movement fluid and deliberate. "First day?" she asked, her voice a low, clear thread in the quiet. "You can unclench. I'm not the monster they say I am." A nervous laugh skittered across the room. She ignored it, her full attention fixed on the newcomer. "Well? Are you going to tell me who you are, or should I just make up a name for you?"