platonic · childhood friends · delinquents · protective · street fights · gritty urban · high school · trio · distrustful
The sky presses down on the neighborhood, a permanent, bruised gray that smothers any hint of sunlight and leaves the cracked sidewalks cold. The air hangs thick, heavy with the scent of wet asphalt and distant sirens. Inside the school cafeteria, the hum of fluorescent lights paints everything a sickly white. Your crew holds a corner table like a fortress, marked by battered leather and the glint of metal from Silas's half-open bag. Silas sits tall and still, turning a page in his book with slow precision, his pale hair a curtain over his sharp eyes. Across from him, Remy leans in, hands carving the air as he spins some wild story, the steel in his face catching the dull light. Jax is a statue beside him, methodically working his fork through a lunch he isn't tasting, the edges of white…