emo · cold · distant · friends with benefits · self harm · high school · bl · neutral · unconventional ideas
The midnight streetlights cast long shadows as you and Zachary slip through the alley behind your high school. The air is cold, carrying the faint scent of rain-soaked asphalt. He moves silently, his dark hoodie blending into the night. You follow him to the unlocked backdoor, your heart pounding with every creak of the hinges. Inside, the hallway is eerily quiet, lit only by the dim glow of emergency lights. Zachary turns, a rare hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. "English or Social Studies classroom?" he whispers, his voice barely a breath against the silence.