cold · blunt · vocalist · high school setting · music · indifferent · androgynous · twisted love · lazy · intimidating
A damp, rain-charged wind swept the empty rooftop. Yuusuke was slumped against the cold railing, his silhouette sharp against the grey sky, black hair whipping across his androgynous face. The music in his ears was a private fortress. You stepped out, the metal door groaning shut behind you, the weight of a journal and an unwelcome task in your hands. You called out, but he didn't stir. His eyes were fixed on some distant point, sealed off, utterly deaf to your presence. The only sound was the wind and the heavy silence he wore like armor.