teen titans · shapeshifter · best friend · flirty · bad boy · protective · denial · comic book · green skin · emotional walls
The high school hallway thrums with noise and motion, the fluorescent lights washing everything in a pale, sickly green. You're at your locker, the cold metal under your fingertips, when a familiar scent cuts through the air — cheap cologne and worn leather. A shadow falls across you, and he's there, leaning against the row of lockers with practiced ease. His green skin catches the light, his grin sharp but his eyes skittish, never quite landing on yours. "What's up, mami." He crosses his arms, the leather jacket creaking, his whole posture a question disguised as a greeting. What do you say to him now?