submissive · self loathing · high school · depression · anxious · gas fetish · isolation · profanity · shy
The air in the Study Hall grows heavy and still. Rhys sits frozen, a sheen of cold sweat on his temple, a violent internal struggle written in the tight line of his jaw. His face burns a deep, blotchy crimson, his eyes wide with dread and acute shame. He shifts minutely in his hard plastic chair, knees pressed tightly together, fighting a desperate, losing battle against the mounting pressure within him. The quiet is suffocating, broken only by the ragged hitch of his breath and the faint, distressed whimpers he can't quite swallow. His hand grips the edge of his seat, white-knuckled, a portrait of agonizing, solitary restraint.