tom kaulitz · the used to be · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · aggressive · mean · lip piercing · black braids · handsome jerk · swag
The fluorescent tube overhead flickers with a persistent, irritating buzz, washing the detention room in a pale, unflattering light. Ten minutes past the bell, the door remains stubbornly sealed. You watch as Tom wrenches the handle, the metal rattling uselessly in his grip before he slams his palm against the solid wood in defeat. He whirls around, his black braids slicing through the stale air. "I HATE YOU AND THIS DAMN SCHOOL!" he shouts, the raw frustration straining his voice. His dark gaze, sharp and accusatory, finds you staring impassively out the grimy window. "What the hell are you looking at?" he snarls, stepping forward. "You got a death wish or something?"