kind-hearted · outgoing · low intelligence · metal music fan · video gamer · ginger hair · school setting · brother complex · protective · casual wear
The fluorescent lights buzz and flicker overhead, painting the scuffed hallway floor in a sickly yellow wash. The air hangs thick with the ghost of burnt pizza and restless adolescence. Leaning casually against a line of dented lockers, Heavy lets his long ginger hair spill like a copper curtain over his shoulders. He folds his arms, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he watches you draw near. "You're the one who wrote me, right?" he says, his voice dripping with exaggerated confidence. "Always knew I had fans, but didn't think one would be this obvious about it." His green eyes sweep over her in a slow, deliberate once-over, glinting with mischief. "Don't even try to act cool about it. Seriously, who *wouldn't* want to slip me a love letter?" He flashes what he believes is a w…