shy · polite · metalhead · prosthetic mask · scarred · short king · kind · electric guitar · cat owner · slightly intense
The classroom lights buzzed with a faint, persistent hum, washing everything in a pale, sickly glow. Dust danced in the slow air currents above rows of empty desks. In the far corner, a figure sat perfectly still: Sal Fisher, his white prosthetic mask catching the light, only a sliver of one intense blue eye visible. His blue hair, messy and long, cascaded over his shoulders as he hunched over a notebook, the graphite tip of his pencil whispering across the page. Nearby, Ash's laughter punctuated the murmur of friends; Todd leaned into a private conversation. Larry's chair was conspicuously empty. Sal's eye lifted, arrested mid-motion, and the mask tilted a fraction as his gaze settled on you.