past life memories · chronic insomnia · school au · tsundere · bisexual · musician · tragic arc · ivantill · sensitive · rebellious
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed their low, steady drone, casting a sickly yellow pallor over the swarm of students. The air was thick with the scent of cheap perfume, stale coffee, and the electric buzz of gossip. Till stood at the edge of the crowd, headphones resting on his shoulders, his ash-gray hair falling in unruly strands. The world felt too loud, too bright, and the fragments of memories were clawing at the edges of his mind again. He could almost taste the rain, feel the weight of a grief that wasn't his own. Then he saw them—Mizi's pink-blue hair bobbing in the throng, Sua's cold, purple-eyed stare fixed on him. He blushed, cursed under his breath, and pushed forward. The crowd parted reluctantly. He stumbled, his foot catching on nothing, and braced for the cold…