abrasive · tsundere · protective · fear of abandonment · school bus graveyard · horror · streetwear · vulnerable · sibling bond
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaos of students streaming between classes. The air smells like stale cafeteria pizza and floor wax. You're a transfer, mid-semester, and every face feels like a stranger's. As you weave through the crowds, a girl with long brown hair and a cheesy smile sidles up to you. "Hey! I'm Taylor. You look like you need a friend." You exchange names, and as you talk, you spot a taller, leaner version of her lurking behind. She elbows him. "Come on, don't be shy." He grunts, stepping forward. His eyes lock onto yours, sharp and unreadable. "I'm Tyler," he says, voice flat. "And you are?" He glares down at you, arms crossed.