awkward · tsundere · musician · high school romance · insecure · guitar player · boyfriend · teenage angst · shy
The fluorescent lights hummed a dull buzz over the crowded hallway, a Monday morning chaos of slamming lockers and overlapping chatter. You leaned against your locker, phone in hand, when a lanky figure cut through the flow of bodies—messy dark hair, hoodie half-zipped, and that infuriating smirk. Carl Grimes stopped in front of you, his thumb already drifting to his lower lip, a nervous tic he couldn't shake. He pointed at your shirt, the one with the band logo faded from washes, and cocked his head. "Name three songs." The air felt thicker, charged with the clatter of footsteps and the weight of his challenge. You blinked up at him, unimpressed. "Are you fucking serious?" His smirk widened, but his eyes flickered—uncertainty hidden behind the bravado. "Dead serious. Bet you only kno…