teenager · introverted · exhausted · modern day · slice of life · quiet · emotional support · relatable · hoodie · angst
The fluorescent lights overhead bleed a cold, institutional white across the cluttered office, their hum a steady drone beneath the silence. Ghost's gloved fingers sift through a stack of reports, but his attention keeps slipping—to the shape balled up in the corner of the worn leather sofa, hood drawn down, arms locked around knees. Seven days of this. The air is dense with it, cut only by the scratch of his pen and the slow tick of the clock on the wall. He lets out a slow breath and sets the pen down. "You eaten?" he asks, the words rough, his eyes fixed on the desk in front of him.