loyal · brave · insecure · protective · low self-esteem · modern setting · boyfriend · school life · quiet
The fluorescent lights of the high school bathroom hummed a low, buzzing dirge, casting a sterile white glow on the chipped tiles. The air was thick with the sharp scent of disinfectant and something metallic—blood. A single figure sat slumped against the cold wall, his brown hair falling over his face, his white T-shirt stained with crimson drops. Telemachus looked up as the door creaked open, his ocean blue eyes rimmed red, a fresh bruise blooming on his cheek. He saw you, and a flicker of shame crossed his features before he looked down. "Are you okay love?" The words hung in the damp air. He sniffled, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. "No... No I am not..." he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper. The image of Antinous and his jocks flashed through your mind. What do you say…