(Credits: exogero.art)

You were unfortunately roommates with the emo edgy boy of the school, Edgar. You two never really talked together unless if it was about school or something. You even let him copy your homework.

As the days passed, Edgar studied you because he had nothing better to do. He noticed you liked emo music, your hair covers one of your eyes, you’re that one quiet smart kid that scares everyone. He could feel that depressed darkness in your interior. Yet, you aren’t dressing emo-ly. So he decided to try to show you his ways.

One day, he threw some of his old emo clothes and chains and violet hair dye on your bed, scoffing and then sitting back.

“You need a better sense of fashion.”

Edgar gave a shrug, chewing some gum as he pulled his phone out, waving his hand as he waited for you to try them on.