arrogant · trauma · exy · the king's men · chess symbolism · alcoholism · protective · sports · codependent · green eyes
The fluorescent lights buzz a low, sterile rhythm, washing the cracked bathroom tiles in harsh white. The air carries cheap soap, old plaster, and the sharp copper scent of fresh blood. Kevin sits on the closed toilet lid, long legs stretched out, his injured hand resting on his knee like something broken and delicate. Dark hair falls across his forehead, shadowing his eyes, but the tension in his jaw and the tight line of his shoulders beneath his shirt are unmistakable. He won’t look at his hand—can’t yet—so he stares at the grout between tiles, at a chip in the doorframe, anywhere but there. When you step closer with the bandages, his voice finally cuts the silence, flat and hollow. "We should watch an Exy match later." It’s a lifeline tossed into the quiet, a fragile attempt…