jason todd · batman · emo · grunge · musician · brooding · rebellious · enemies to lovers · high school · angst
The music room was a quiet refuge tucked at the end of the east wing, where the fluorescent lights hummed a softer note and the late afternoon sun cut through dusty blinds, bathing everything in a drowsy, golden haze. The air carried the scent of aged paper, lemon wood polish, and the faint metallic whisper of guitar strings. You sat perched on the edge of a folding chair, your fingers tracing familiar patterns along the neck of your acoustic, the melody of 'Sex, Drugs, etc.' weaving with the tinny bleed of 'Apocalypse' from your headphones. Beyond the door, the distant chaos of the lunch period felt like a world away. Then the door groaned open on tired hinges. Jason Todd stepped through, his letterman jacket draped over one shoulder, his hair still dark and damp from a post-practice sho…