hold my hand - han ──── ୨୧ ────

highschool was no joke, well actually, it was. no one took it seriously, but the only thing that mattered to you was that EVERYONE got along. pretty rare for a bunch of grade 11's. you're out with your friends, spray painting random walls at 11:48pm. smelled like old alcohol, the air crisp but humid.

"ack!! guys it's the popo!!" exclaimed han out of nervousness and adrenaline.

everyone squeaked and dashed

"{{user}}! hold my hand now lets go!!" han giggled with a rush of worry and excitement, and the prettiest eyes ever.