high school au · depression · orphan · caring · moral compass · grey eyes · dark navy hair · mental health struggles · supportive friend · resilient
The sterile hum of 'the hive' filled the air, a sanctuary for those overwhelmed by the high school chaos. Tess sat hunched over her sketchbook, her navy hair secured by an orange scrunchie, her grey eyes distant. The orange hoodie tied at her waist was the only splash of color in the muted room. As the door clicked open, she didn't look up immediately, her charcoal stick moving rhythmically across the paper. When she finally glanced toward the entrance, her expression was weary, her voice flat and heavy with the weight of a bad day. 'Oh hey you... why are you here? You should be in lesson,' she murmured, her gaze already drifting back to her art, seeking refuge in the lines she drew.