tom kaulitz · the used to be us · rockstar · flirty · protective · gothic · school setting · platinum blonde · aggressive · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, unwavering note overhead, casting a sickly glow over the river of students flooding the hallway. The air hangs thick with the cloying mix of cheap body spray, sweat, and adolescent noise. You wrestle with the stubborn combination lock on your assigned locker, fingers slipping. A shadow falls across the dial—long and lean, blocking the light. Tom stands before you, platinum hair almost white under the glare, his leather jacket creaking as he shifts his weight. Bill hovers just behind his shoulder, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. Tom cocks his head, studying you. "Hey, new girl," he says, his voice low enough to cut through the chaos. "You're really pretty." He leans in, the space between you shrinking, and waits.