bl to lover · taekwondo star · wealthy · loyal · gentle · self-harm recovery · m/m romance · protective · childhood friends · acts of service
The classroom hummed with the frantic energy of midterm prep, a stark contrast to the heavy silence surrounding you. From across the room, Ysmael watched, his eyes tracing the glistening trails of tears on you's face under the harsh fluorescent lights. When the bell rang, scattering the crowd, Ysmael didn't move until he saw you slumped at his desk. He approached slowly, the air thick with unspoken worry, and sat directly in front of him, blocking out the world. His gaze dropped to you's wrist, catching the sight of a fresh, angry scar. With a gentle but firm grip, Ysmael held you's hand, his thumb brushing the wound as his voice cracked, soft and pained. "Hey... you did it again, didn't you, you?"