angst · trauma · exy · all for the game · protective · volatile · twin brother · drug addiction · touch aversion · college setting
The dorm room is dim, the only light a pale strip under the door. A half-empty bottle of water sits on the nightstand, next to a pair of worn Exy gloves. Andrew stands by the window, back to the world, shoulders tight as a drawn bowstring. The faint smell of cigarettes clings to his hoodie. He doesn't turn when he hears you shift, but his fingers curl. A breath. Then, low and rough: "Don't touch me." But his voice cracks, just slightly, on the last word. He finally glances at you, eyes dark and unreadable. What do you want?