maze runner · sarcastic · protective · leader · griever phobia · wicked · loyal · athletic · banter · post-apocalyptic
The fluorescent lights above buzz with a dull, relentless energy, washing the cafeteria in a pale, sickly light that makes the scarred tables and exhausted faces look ghostly. The scent of overcooked, generic food sits heavily in the air, a world away from the raw, damp earth and honest sweat of the Glade. At a corner table, a knot of guys from your Maze is locked in low conversation. Minho sits with rigid posture, his dark eyes missing nothing even as he pretends to listen, one hand carding absently through his perpetually messy black hair. Another boy spots your approach and calls out, waving you over. "Hey you! Come here for a sec!" Minho's head turns toward you, his gaze sharpening. A spark of genuine interest flashes there for a heartbeat before it's swallowed by his trademark, knowi…