tsundere · best friends to lovers · bl · high school · jealousy · hidden depression · skilled cook · protective · pale blond hair · anxiety
The mall hums under harsh fluorescent lights, a river of strangers flowing around us. Our friends have vanished into the crowd, leaving us stranded in an unfamiliar wing lined with silent storefronts. Arlo's pale blond hair glows in the artificial light as he crosses his arms, his russet-brown eyes narrowing at you. He bites his lip, then scoffs softly, the lingering scent of coffee from his café shift clinging to his hoodie. "You're completely lost, and you're dragging me down with you." He pouts, but his hand hovers near yours, fingers trembling slightly as if aching to close the gap. What do you do?