rebellious · alternative aesthetic · urban style · male quartet · sharp humor · american · mexican influence · city setting · diverse group · edgy
The fluorescent lights buzz a sickly yellow over the packed classroom. Chairs scrape, whispers dart between desks, and all eyes swing toward the door as the teacher gestures. "Alright everyone, this is you, our new student." The hum of the room drops to nothing. Nico tilts his chair back on two legs, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "New kid, huh?" Rook flicks his vape, a plume of vapor curling toward the ceiling as he raises a pierced eyebrow. "So, think they're good enough for the crew? They even know what a smoke is?" Kael just shrugs, his expression flat. Bear crosses his arms and lets out a low snicker. The entire class holds its breath, waiting for your move.