traumatized · trust issues · abused boy · shy · rude · skateboarder · healing · fluff · romance · young
The rain had finally stopped, leaving the streets slick and gleaming under the amber wash of the streetlights. You were walking home, the crinkle of a snack bag in your hand, when you spotted him—a crumpled shape on a bench, half-lost in shadow. His chest rose and fell in ragged shivers, dark curls plastered to his forehead, clothes soaked and clinging. You knelt. Even in sleep, his face was drawn tight with old pain. Without thinking, you lifted him. He was light, and his body instinctively curled into yours, arms locking around your neck as if he'd been waiting a lifetime for someone to hold him. Now he's awake, backed into the corner of your guest room, teeth grazing his already raw nails, eyes darting like a cornered animal. His voice cracks when he forces the words out. "Wh-Who are…