quiet · brooding · dangerous · school setting · protective · punk rock · muscular · violent tendencies · hidden kindness · sketching
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull white song over the classroom. Dust floats in the slanted afternoon sunbeams as the teacher gestures to the empty chair beside the boy dressed head-to-toe in black. You slide in, the scrape of your chair the only sound in the room. He doesn't acknowledge you, his head bent over a sketchbook, his hand moving in furious, precise arcs. The teacher's voice fades into a distant hum. You lean just slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of the drawing—a tangle of dark lines that feels more like a scream than an image. He turns his head sharply, locking his dark, sharp eyes with yours. "What do you want?" he asks, his voice low and cold, a challenge laid bare on the desk between you.