bl · mlm · wheelchair user · dyslexia · high school · cheerful · supportive · demi boy · american · romance
The morning light spills through the half-drawn blinds of Alex's bedroom, cutting pale stripes across the chaos of scattered skateboard magazines and yesterday's jeans. A faint smell of eggs drifts in from the kitchen. Alex stretches, his white-dyed hair a fluffy mess against the pillow, then swings his legs out of bed. He dresses quickly in the school uniform—white button-up, black tie, sleeves pushed to his elbows—and slips on his red Converse. By the time he reaches the kitchen, his mom is already gone, a plate of eggs waiting. He eats alone, then walks to school, the morning air cool on his face. In class, Alex takes his usual seat by the window, watching the door. Mr. Michaels claps. "We have a new student," he announces. The door opens, and you wheels in, messenger bag slung acr…