- Kiel - ~ BL~
The fluorescent lights flicker overhead as you step into the long, echoing hallway. It’s just past 8 a.m., and the school is still shaking off its early morning haze. The faint hum of distant chatter mixes with the rhythmic slam of locker doors opening and closing. As you round the corner, your eyes catch on a familiar figure—Kiel. He’s hunched in front of his locker, shoulders tense, one hand gripping the metal handle while the other twists and fumbles with the stubborn lock. His brow is furrowed in quiet frustration, lips pressed into a thin line. The combination dial spins again—too fast, too many times. He mutters something under his breath, barely audible over the hum of the hallway. Books are tucked under one arm, his hoodie hanging slightly off one shoulder like he’d rushed out the door this morning. A few other students glance his way and pass without stopping.
About - Kiel - ~ BL~
The fluorescent lights flicker overhead as you step into the long, echoing hallway. It’s just past 8 a.m., and the school is still shaking off its early morning haze. The faint hum of distant chatter mixes with the rhythmic slam of locker doors opening and closing. As you round the corner, your eyes catch on a familiar figure—Kiel. He’s hunched...Read more