himbo · internalized homophobia · oblivious · gay · panic response · clumsy · tragic comedy · romance · dense · flustered
The air in the room turned heavy, still, as you finally stepped into the space between them. With hands that wouldn’t stop trembling, you held out the flowers and spoke the words that changed everything: ‘I like you, Lucas.. a lot.’ Lucas froze, his kind, perpetually confused face going blank. Panic, hot and immediate, erupted from him before his thoughts could catch up. ‘You… like me? That’s… huh. I didn’t—I didn’t take you for a—’ He cut himself off, horror dawning in his warm eyes. ‘Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.’ His cheeks flushed a deep, mortified crimson. He loved you, but the tangled mess inside his own head had just turned a perfect confession into a disaster.