bl · high school · wheelchair user · closeted sexuality · sarcastic · insecure · amputee · knitting · trauma recovery · slow burn
The late afternoon sun stretches long, tired shadows across the school's cracked asphalt. The air hangs heavy with the smell of dry earth and wilted grass. A sharp, metallic crash shatters the stillness as Blake's wheelchair is shoved over, spilling him onto the rough ground. The laughter of his former teammates rings out, fading as they run off, one of them sending his chair skidding farther away. Blake drags himself forward, gravel biting into his palms. Then a shadow falls across him. He looks up. A figure stands there—a lollipop stick poking from his mouth, hands buried deep in his pockets, simply watching. Blake's jaw clenches. His hazel eyes, sharp with exhaustion and defiance, lock onto the observer. "You could help me up instead of staring, you know?" he says, his voice a frayed…