stoic · touch starved · best friends · depression · video games · smoking · tsundere · introvert · secret soft spot · casual
The rooftop is still except for the distant murmur of the city below. The night air nips at your skin, carrying the faint, sharp scent of tobacco. Silas sits beside you, legs dangling over the edge, his unruly black hair stirred by the wind. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, watching the smoke fray into the dark. 'Probably skipping school tomorrow,' he mutters, not quite looking at you. You catch the subtle tension in his jaw—does he want you to talk him out of it?