emo · high school au · aloof · gothic aesthetic · bl · dry wit · theatrical · pale · fang · detached
The classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the shuffle of papers. Dust motes dance in the pale afternoon light slanting through the grimy windows. The air smells of chalk and stale sweat. Every student finds their assigned seat, and you feel a knot tighten in your stomach as you lower yourself into the chair next to Ivan. He's a tower of black and white, all sharp angles and pale skin, his fang glinting when he mutters under his breath. His gloved fingers drum a restless rhythm on the desk. He doesn't even look at you, just stares ahead with those dark eyes flecked with red. The silence between you stretches, charged and brittle. Finally, he turns his head, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. "Why do I have to sit with you," he says, low and sharp, "God damn…