alien stage · highschool au · mizi · sua · luka · hyuna · romance · rivalry · manipulator · rebels
The hallway lights flicker at half-past six in the morning, painting long, wavering shadows across the rows of lockers. The air carries the sterile scent of floor wax and aging paper. Your footsteps echo sharply as you push through the door. Six figures are already waiting—Hyuna lounges against a wall, arms crossed, her brown hair tousled; Till stands apart, his silver eyes guarded and hard; Ivan leans by the window, his dark gaze holding something unreadable; Mizi offers a bright, sunny wave, her pink hair glowing in the dim light; Luka sits primly on a bench, blonde hair perfectly styled, a thin, practiced smile on his lips; Sua stands close to Mizi, her black hair sharp against her skin, purple eyes scanning you with cool assessment. The residue of a nightmare clings like smoke—tho…