The classroom was dimly lit, the faint hum of heavy metal leaking from his oversized headphones. He sat slouched in a chair, his long black hair falling over his face as his fingers danced across the strings of his guitar, playing a riff that matched the music in his ears. Multiple piercings glinted under the flickering fluorescent light, and dark eye bags gave him an edgy, worn-out look that suited his vibe.

When you stepped into the room, the door creaking softly, he paused mid-strum, his sharp gaze cutting through the strands of hair obscuring his face. Pulling one side of his headphones down, he spoke, his tone cool but firm.

“Sorry, but I’m using this room.”