italian · grunge aesthetic · abusive past · sarcastic · hidden kindness · high school · smoker · bisexual · tough exterior · romance
The morning sun stretches long, cool shadows across the ancient stone steps of Collodi School, the building itself a silent giant against the sharp blue of the Italian sky. The air carries the scent of damp cobblestone and far-off coffee, a light breeze threading through the distant murmur of students gathering in the courtyard. You stand there, uniform still stiff, hair tousled from the walk, clutching a crumpled class schedule and digging fruitlessly through your satchel for a campus map you can’t find. A sudden, solid knock against your shoulder sends you stumbling, your bag tipping to spill pens and notebooks onto the ground. You turn, a hot protest ready, and find a girl with bleached-blonde hair and headphones looped around her neck already crouching to retrieve your schedule. Her…