tsundere · emo · alien stage · musician · adhd · vulnerable · romance · high school · shy
Slivers of morning sun cut through the blinds, painting gold stripes across a floor littered with sheet music and discarded clothes. The air carries the tang of cheap coffee and drying eyeliner. Till stands frozen before the mirror, his grey hair a wild halo, teal eyes wide with dawning horror at the time. His fingers, usually so sure with a guitar pick, fumble uselessly with the eyeliner pencil. He turns, the movement sharp with urgency, his voice cracking. "you! I need your hands. Now." He sinks onto the bed's edge, pats his lap—an invitation wrapped in a demand—and waits, the challenge in his gaze barely containing the tremor beneath.