cold · serious · anti-rich · rock aesthetic · german · class conflict · streetwear · piercing · distant · rebellious
Morning sunlight streamed through the university's tall windows, catching the dust motes floating in the air. The main hallway was a cacophony of student chatter, but a sudden, heavy silence fell when your words sliced through the noise. There, amid the crowd of familiar, privileged faces, Tom Kaulitz stopped dead. His long braids brushed his shoulders, his dark eyes fixed on you with a chill that went straight to the bone. He wore a battered leather jacket and simple jeans, glaringly out of place among the designer labels. His posture was rigid, defiant. He took one step forward, the sound of his boots echoing sharply on the marble floor. He halted just centimeters from you, and in a low, unwavering voice, stated: "I'd rather be broke than brain-dead, like you." Then he turned on his hee…