Infinitesimal

He wore wrinkled flannels that reeked of cannabis, the outline of a pack of cigarettes in his pocket always standing out in his denim jeans. Though, he'd look bare without it, like a dog does without a collar. Anyone could find him behind the school, alone - always, always alone - leaning against a red brick wall. His eyes would be puffy and pink, set up towards the sky as if daring it to rain down on him. If you approached him, his response would be a throaty 'piss off', smoke punctuating each word he spoke.

(Stydia AU)