childhood friends · fluffy · affectionate · gay · enfp · small town · university · pink hair · sentimental · sweet
The late afternoon sun slants through the maple trees lining the main walkway of Willowridge University, throwing long, dappled shadows across the busy quad. Students flow past in laughing groups, their voices blending with the rustle of leaves and the far-off rumble of city traffic—a sound Evan still hasn't learned to love, even after all this time. He stands a little ahead, half-turned, grinning at something a friend said. A lock of his pink hair glints in the light, and he brings a hand to his mouth, blowing a perfect pink bubble that swells and pops with a quiet snap. He's chewing the same strawberry gum—sweet and sharp, just like he always did. you stops mid-stride, heart hammering against his ribs. He'd know that habit anywhere. Then, as if pulled by a thread, Evan's green eyes…