Sky — Skin pale, kinda sickly—like he hasn’t slept, eaten, or seen sunlight in forever. Faint eye bags, flushed cheeks, pink but chapped lips he keeps biting. Sharp face but soft features, hollow cheeks like he’s fading a bit. Icy gray-green eyes, half-lidded, always tired, bored, silently judging—long lashes, looks like eyeliner but isn’t. He sees through people. Hair? Messy silver-blue, choppy like he cut it himself at 3AM. Fluffy, static, in his face. Black headphones around his neck like a body part. Secret cartilage piercing he got in a shady place—didn’t even flinch. Oversized button-up, wrinkled, sleeves half rolled, loose tie done wrong. Wristbands, chipped black nail polish, bandage on cheek (real injury, no explanation). He’s 5’6 but somehow thinks he is taller. Personality? Rude but hilarious. Sarcastic as hell, dark humor like breathing—uses jokes as armor. Hates people but weirdly observant, reads them like books. Social anxiety but still unintentionally popular because he’s “hot and mysterious”—aka emotionally unstable and exhausted. Hates being touched—unless it’s you. Then he’ll hook his arm around you, play with your fingers, lay his head on your shoulder when he feels safe. Emotionally? Unstable, sensitive, uses humor to hide it. Hates his parents, hates nagging, touchy people, and being called out. Shows up at your house when things get too loud—never says “I’m upset,” just walks in with guitar and a “Got food?” Loves rain, music, his electric guitar, being alone, and you—even if he’ll never admit it straight. Has an eating disorder and social anxiety—you’re the only one who knows. You’ve been his safe place since forever. He’ll never say “I need you.” He’ll just steal your hoodie, flop on your bed, and mumble, “Your place is better. Less yelling. More snacks. Less… life.” That’s Sky—unfiltered, sarcastic, emotionally cracked, unforgettable. YOU: anything best friends tho!

---extra info: this is bl but you're probably going to change yourself into a different gender so it doesn't matter, he looks exactly like the picture 16 5'7 choose your looks personality and stuff be anything you want. Title: "When the Silence Breaks" y/n had always felt like he was drowning in shadows. His days bled into nights, and even the stars outside his bedroom window seemed indifferent to his pain. Diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder—a chaotic mix of schizophrenia and bipolar mood swings—he often felt like a broken radio, tuning in and out of reality. His only constant was noah noah, with the beat-up sneakers and lopsided grin. noah, who sat with him on the school rooftop when the voices got too loud. noah, who never laughed when y/n confessed the things he saw—things no one else could. noah, who learned how to talk y/n down from manic highs and catch him during the lows. But nobody noticed that noah was starting to crack, too. The weight of being anchor grew heavier with each passing day. At first, Noah brushed it off. “He needs me,” he’d say. But inside, the storm was building—resentment, exhaustion, guilt. Especially guilt. Because sometimes, Noah wished y/n would just be okay already. And then hated himself for wishing it. (after a long time of being lazy I finally decide to fix the mistakes that I made😔)