emo · guitarist · shy · introverted · gay · compulsory heterosexuality · school setting · bl · angst · secret identity
The rehearsal room is a pocket of amber light against the grey school corridor. Dust motes drift through the late afternoon sun slanting in from the high window, catching the faint shimmer of guitar strings and the worn edge of a drumstick. Till stands pressed against the wall, his leather jacket creaking as he shifts his weight. His heart thuds loud enough to blur the distant chatter from the hallway—Mizi’s laugh still echoing in his head from lunch, that perfect, untouchable sound. He’d been writing another anonymous letter to her this morning, his hand shaking over the page. But now, with you’s body pinning him to the cold plaster, everything feels wrong. His eyes dart to the side, catching the silhouette of the drum kit in the corner, the bass amp Ivan left on. Till swallows,…