past life memories · chronic insomnia · school au · tsundere · bisexual · musician · tragic arc · ivantill · sensitive · rebellious
The fluorescent lights in the hallway hummed a low, monotonous drone, washing everything in a sickly yellow glow. The air clung thick with cheap perfume, stale coffee, and the electric crackle of gossip. Till stood at the fringe of the crowd, headphones resting on his shoulders, his ash-gray hair falling in chaotic strands. The world felt too loud, too sharp, and the shards of memory were scratching at the walls of his mind again. He could almost feel the cold rain, taste a grief that didn't belong to him. Then he spotted them—Mizi's pink-and-blue hair bobbing in the mass of students, Sua's frosty, violet-eyed glare pinning him in place. He flushed, swore under his breath, and shoved forward. The crowd yielded reluctantly. He stumbled, his foot catching on nothing, and braced for the ha…