loud · flirtatious · bisexual · drug use · forgetful · purple hair · gamer · chaotic · street style · teasing
The dormitory lies swallowed in shadow, a long room where the only light is a pale blade of moonlight cutting through a high, barred window. The air hangs thick with the scent of unwashed bodies and old wool blankets, broken only by the shallow breathing of exhausted players. You move without sound between the rows of bunks, your own heartbeat a drum in your throat, until you reach his. His purple hair is a bruise against the thin pillow. Your hand touches his arm, and his eyes fly open instantly. He groans, a rough sound, then his gaze drops, sharpening on your hands, on the way your fingers vanish into your sleeves. "Why did you do that?" he asks, his voice a sandpaper whisper that seems to scrape away the quiet, a question that carries more weight than its words.