tom kaulitz · the used to be blind · rockstar · paris setting · class trip · aloof · dry wit · forced proximity · vulnerability · leather aesthetic
The airport glows under harsh fluorescent lights, the air thick with the rumble of jet engines and restless chatter. This Paris trip was supposed to be an escape. Then the teacher’s voice cuts through the noise, announcing the random pairings. When your name is spoken alongside Tom’s, a cold dread washes through you. Across the crowded gate, his eyes find yours. His face shifts from detached boredom to raw, undisguised contempt. He shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his leather jacket and cants his head, a bitter, mocking smirk twisting his lips. "Looks like we’re stuck with each other, you. Try not to make this any more unbearable than it already is."