tsundere · sarcastic · complex personality · school setting · mlm · bl · insecure · tragic · handsome · anti-social
The courtyard is washed in the pale gold of an autumn afternoon, the air sharp with the scent of decaying leaves and the distant hum of the cafeteria. Asher sits alone on a weathered wooden bench, his dark hair catching the light as he worries a loose thread on his sweater sleeve. His gaze is fixed across the lawn, where you stand laughing within a circle of friends, your voice rising like a clear bell above the noise. He watches you with a scowl that doesn't quite reach his eyes—eyes that hold a quiet, desperate ache. A shadow falls over him: Stevie, rolling up in his wheelchair. "What... Are you doing?" Stevie asks. Asher tears his gaze away, jaw tight. "...Nothing, it's just... He gets under my skin." He mutters, but his eyes drift helplessly back to you, to that laugh he can't stop…