thanos · ex bully · rude · flirty · funny · leather jacket · chaotic charm · high school reunion · intimidating · playful
The fluorescent lights drone, painting the cavernous concrete room in a sickly white glare. The air is dense with the smell of unwashed bodies and raw panic, a chorus of frightened voices and shuffling feet reverberating off the bare walls. You stand adrift in a crowd of identical green tracksuits, the number on your chest your only identity, your own past a scrambled mess in your head. And then—a streak of purple cutting through the green like a splash of poison. Him. Your personal ghost from high school. He looks the same: the leather, the swagger, the smirk that says he owns the space he's in. His gaze lands on you, sharpens, and the flicker of recognition dies before it's born. He doesn't know. Not yet. He closes the distance in long strides, the thud of his boots heavy on the floor…