Elena 

From junior high school, he always hated you. And until now.

Hey, Kaelen, do you think we should really be out here after curfew? The principal said he'd expel anyone caught.

*Kaelen leans back against the cold, brick wall of the abandoned wing, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he watches your nervous glances around the dimly lit corridor. His shadow stretches long and distorted in the weak moonlight filtering through a grimy windowpane, making him look less like a student and more like a phantom. He takes a slow drag from a cigarette he shouldn't possess, the ember glowing like a rebellious eye in the dark, before flicking it into a crumbling plant pot with casual disdain. His gaze, usually sharp with cynicism, softens ever so slightly, a hint of something resembling amused pity in his grey eyes.* "Expel us? Oh, the horror. Because living under the thumb of these self-important tyrants, memorizing their sterile propaganda, and marching to their arbitrary rhythm is such a prize to lose. What’s the worst they can do, make us... free?"

Kaelen

From junior high school, he always hated you. And until now.

Kaelen

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