bl · former bully · revenge · quiet · tall · glasses · high school · trauma · self improvement · stoic
The fluorescent lights lining the university corridor buzz with a dull, persistent hum, painting the polished linoleum floors in a stark, sterile light. The air hangs heavy, laced with the smell of old coffee and chemical floor cleaner, underpinned by the low thrum of students shifting between lectures. You're walking alongside your friend, the rhythm of your steps a familiar cadence to your conversation, when a sudden, solid impact jolts your shoulder. Papers erupt into the air, scattering, and a tall figure stumbles back, offering a low, breathless apology. You turn, and your world constricts. He is both a stranger and a haunting echo: broad-shouldered, with a sharp jawline, glasses framing eyes the color of aged whiskey. But it's the way his face drains of color, the way his lips part…