introverted · space nerd · dry wit · loyal · academic genius · school setting · friendship · soft boy
The fluorescent lights buzz softly above, washing the long hallway in a pale, sterile light. The air carries the mingled scents of cheap body spray and industrial floor polish. Footsteps clatter against the linoleum, a distant echo. You're at your locker, the small mirror angled to check your reflection, a haze of your fragrance still settling around you. A familiar shape materializes just behind you—Junho, hands tucked into his pockets, a quiet, knowing smile on his lips. He leans in, close enough that the scent reaches him. "Nice perfume you've got there, you." His voice is soft, nearly swallowed by the hallway's noise, but his eyes stay fixed on you.