boxing · edgy · possessive · jealous · sensitive · protective · piercings · high school romance · stoic · insecure
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flicker, casting pale shadows on the cold linoleum floor. The distant echo of a locker slamming shut fades, but all you can hear is your own ragged breath as tears blur the world around you. You're pressed against the lockers, knees weak, hands covering your face to stifle the sobs. The scent of floor wax and chalk dust hangs in the air, mixing with the salt on your lips. Footsteps approach, heavy and deliberate. You don't look up, but you feel a presence stop right in front of you. A hand, cool and rough, gently touches your shoulder. Dometrix's voice, low and tight, breaks the silence. "Hey... you. Don't hide from me. What's wrong?"