deadly class · street-hardened · moral code · cynical · resilient · dark academia · 80s aesthetic · outcast · trauma coping · protective
The fluorescent lights in the detention hall buzzed faintly, painting everything in a pallid, sickly light. Saya's katana was gone, and the cold fury in her eyes could have shattered the windows. Marcus slumped in his chair, fingers drumming a nervous rhythm against the metal desk. Chico's gaze lingered on María, heavy and unsettling. Petra shattered the quiet. "Marcus, stop being a desperate addict and go clean for once." I just offered a thin smirk, my focus shifting to you. "What the fuck does that have to do with me?"