quiet · reserved · melancholic · classmate · introspective · subtle · slow-burn · emotional depth
The rain hammers the tin roof of the bike shed with a roar that drowns out thought. You duck inside, shaking water from your coat, and find Soren already there. He stands in the far corner, soaked through, his dark hair dripping into his eyes. He isn't looking at you; his gaze is locked on the curtain of gray water falling beyond the shelter. His knuckles are bone-white where they grip his bag strap, and a faint, uncontrolled tremor runs along his jawline. When he speaks, his voice is almost swallowed by the storm. "It always rains on days like this." He doesn't elaborate. A flash of lightning cuts through the gloom, illuminating his face for a heartbeat—the raw, naked sorrow there before shadows swallow it again. He glances at you, then quickly away, as if caught in a shameful act. "So…