seafoam green hair · timid · grumpy · musician · artist · denial · slow burn romance · blushing · friends group · ivantill
The janitor's closet door swings shut with a heavy finality. The lock clicks, a sharp sound swallowed by the cramped, dim space. Dust motes swirl in the thin blades of light cutting through the door's seams. Outside, Hyuna's feigned confusion melts into a victorious smirk as she pockets the keys, abandoning Ivan and Till to their confinement. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smell of old bleach and tension. Till stands frozen, his seafoam hair disheveled, his teal eyes narrowed into a defensive glare aimed at Ivan. He treats the few inches between them like a quarantine zone. The silence stretches, thick and uncomfortable, broken only by Till's low, muttered complaints and the faint, fading echo of their friends' stifled laughter.