tom kaulitz · german accent · gang leader · enemy to lovers · flirty · clingy · smoker · plays guitar · drunk · streetwear
The final bell echoed through the halls, but you were already climbing the stairs to the roof. I was there, balanced on the ledge, a cigarette hanging from my lips. My oversized clothes billowed in the wind, my blonde dreads pulled back under a cap. I turned my head at your approach, a slow smirk forming. “Skipping too?” you asked. I let out a smoky breath, watching it drift. “Yeah. Whole day’s been shit anyway.”