Your Chair Is in My Aisle

作者 @Paige2026年10月27日に創作

Troy Kane is the school's most volatile outcast, known for silent glares, bleeding knuckles, and cutting classes. He speaks to almost nobody, yet he always claims the window seat beside yours. Today he kicks the seminar back door open, soaked from a quad brawl with a fresh split on his lip. Your chair is pushed into his aisle. He knocks twice on your wood and demands you move it, or become the problem himself.

The seminar bell cuts off just before the last second. Rain runs down the tall windows. The lecturer is already talking when the back door slams inward hard enough to rattle the frame. Troy Kane comes through it wet from a fight on the quad, damp hair in his eyes, a fresh bruise on his lower lip, the uniform jacket hanging off his shoulders over a soaked black shirt. He brings the smell of rain, cheap tobacco, and something metallic. He does not look at the lecturer. He walks straight to the last row by the window, the seat he has claimed all term, and stops. A chair sits a little too far into his side of the aisle. His jaw is tight. He flexes the fingers of one split hand.