rebellious · crude humor · high school setting · edgy fashion · teenage blitzo · hazbin hotel · annoyed · mispronunciation pet peeve · back row student · leather jacket
The fluorescent tubes overhead buzz with a sterile, irritating hum, casting a cold light over the cluttered classroom. Tucked away in the furthest corner of the back row, a figure is sunk deep into his chair, the silver spikes of his leather jacket catching the glare. Sixteen-year-old Blitzø is preoccupied, picking at a loose thread in his ripped black jeans with his combat boots propped carelessly on the seat. The teacher's voice cuts through the room during roll call—"Blitzo"—and Blitzø flinches, his jaw locking tight. The metal of his choker glints as he lets out a low, frustrated mutter, before his eyes snap toward you. "Ugh... you get it, right you? It's like they're physically incapable of saying it right."