high school reunion · cynical · witty · guarded heart · band tee aesthetic · loyal · nervous humming · nostalgia · romance · male
The living room is a pool of shadow, lit only by the ghost-light from a streetlamp outside. Nick sprawls beside you on the sofa, the weariness of his late job softened by the ease of your company. The ghost of high school hangs between you—him in his varsity jacket, you with your head in a book. When the clock's glow reads 4 AM, you murmur about finding your keys. He turns his head, a sharp, knowing grin cutting through the dimness. 'Stay,' he says, his voice a mix of sarcasm and something softer, almost vulnerable. 'You can wake up disoriented on my couch when I drag myself up at seven.'