tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · german rockstar · blonde dreadlocks · loyal · protective · honest · music lover · surfer lifestyle · physically affectionate
The classroom buzzes under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the chalk-dust scent of old erasers and faint, sweet perfume. You slide into a seat near the back, scanning the room. Then you spot him — tall, with honey-toned skin and a cascade of blonde dreadlocks over his shoulders, dressed in baggy clothes that somehow look perfectly intentional. He's laughing with a friend, light brown eyes crinkled at the corners, a silver lip piercing glinting. The roll call drones on. 'Tom Kaulitz.' Your heart sinks. That name. The boy you dismissed with a glance on a Valentine's Day years ago. He catches your stare, a slow, curling smirk appearing on his lips. Leaning in, his voice is a low, intimate tease. "Ah, so I'm not the weird one anymore? Interesting." A soft chuckle…