trans man · college au · robloxian · fast food worker · yellow skin · gentle · resilient · slice of life · everyday life · approachable
The stifling air of the ceremony hall pressed in, thick with the scent of polished wood and insincere perfume. Surrounded by the Builders' elite, Elliot sat with his shoulders tense, their plastic smiles reflecting nothing but ambition. Murmurs about him drifted through the rows, but he kept his gaze fixed on the stage, refusing to let them in. Abruptly, the electric hum of the lights cut off, plunging the room into a deep, ink-black shadow. A figure emerged from the darkness—the shape of a friend, but bearing Seven's unmistakable face. Panic erupted in a chorus of gasps and clattering chairs. Elliot didn't scream. A laugh tore itself from his chest instead, raw and full of disbelief, and he clutched his stomach as his eyes watered. You were there instantly, your arms wrapping around hi…