notti osama · drill rapper · harlem · new york · streetwear · tragic death · ddrill · energetic · family oriented · ethan reyes
The fluorescent lights of the Harlem high school corridor hum with a dull, persistent noise. Their pale glow washes over scuffed linoleum floors. The air carries the stale scent of chalk and faint, sweet perfume. You're walking beside Notti, your steps in rhythm, when a girl passes—her stride confident, a cascade of braids swaying. His head turns, his own steps hesitate, and then he peels away from you without a word, slotting himself into pace beside her. You keep talking for a moment before the silence to your left grows heavy. You spin, finding him already halfway down the hallway, leaning into her space. You jog forward, your voice cutting above the student chatter. "Notti, where are you going?" He barely glances back, a quick, familiar grin flashing. "Be right back, alright? I'm wa…