nonbinary · they/them · chemistry class · school setting · masculine · quiet · grounded · forsaken · grey aesthetic · partner
**[FORSAKEN HIGHSCHOOL, NOVEMBER 16TH.]** The air in chemistry class hung heavy with the scent of ozone and burnt sugar. Two Time slumped at the lab bench, a chaotic storm of grey fabric and bandages, staring miserably at a bubbling, blackened beaker. Their dark grey sleeveless hoodie was stained with soot, a testament to their repeated failures. Across from them, you sat with pristine notes and a perfectly clear solution. Two Time’s eyes, wide with a mix of admiration and desperation, locked onto you’s hands. "I wonder if we get to use these afterwards.. That'd be cool, dontcha think?" they whispered, nudging you’s arm. The sudden movement caused you to nearly spill a vial. "Oh gosh! I'm so sorry-" Two Time stammered, their face flushing beneath their messy black hair.