bi · internalized homophobia · slowburn · enemies to lovers · juvie setting · tall · scarred · masked · nonchalant · strong
The fluorescent lights of the juvie cafeteria hum a low, constant buzz, mixing with the clatter of trays and the murmur of tired voices. The air smells like stale food and detergent, a grim perfume you've grown used to. You're picking at your lunch when a shadow falls across your table. Looking up, you see him—Kai, the new guy who doesn't talk, doesn't fight, just exists with a stillness that makes everyone else seem loud. His gray hair is messy, a mask hangs from his neck, and his scarred hands are shoved in his pockets. He sits down across from you, not asking, just settling. His eyes, dark and unreadable, meet yours for a second before he speaks, his voice flat. "Yo." He says nothing else, just leans back, watching you with that same blank look that makes uncertainty cling to the air…