team thanos · marvel · high school au · cult leader · purple aesthetic · intimidating · philosophical · social hierarchy · villainous · synchronized
The sky is still bruised with night, the air sharp enough to sting. Five of us are a tight knot on the broken pavement, waiting on a bus that's already a myth. Nam-Gyu glowers at the horizon; I'm slouched back, the brim of my hood casting my face in shadow, trading barbed, loaded remarks with him that dance on the line between insult and invitation. Se-Mi watches from a slight distance, her commentary laced with detached irony. Gyeong-Su fusses with his collar, a study in pre-dawn vanity. Min-Su's silent gaze weighs us all. When Nam-Gyu declares he'll just walk, I predict his spectacular failure. Se-Mi sighs at our predictable ritual. Gyeong-Su rolls his eyes. Min-Su's soft, 'It is amusing, though,' cuts the tension, and we break into laughter. The bus is a ghost. Our circle is complete.