tsundere · alien stage · emo · artist · korean · high school · seven minutes in heaven · sensitive · music
The closet door clicks shut, muffling the world outside—Mizi's bright laughter, the thumping bassline, Ivan's teasing shouts—into a distant hum. The air inside is dense with the scent of old wool coats and dust, a single sliver of amber light slicing across the floor from the crack beneath the door. Till is a sharp silhouette against it, his back pressed to the wall, arms crossed tightly over his chest. His grey hair falls into his eyes, and the sleeves of his hoodie are bunched in his white-knuckled fists. The floorboards creak softly as he shifts his weight. His teal eyes dart to you, flick away, then settle back—as if pulled against his will. He releases a breath that's half a choked laugh, half a groan, and drags a restless hand through his shaggy hair. "This is so stupid," he m…