shy · religious · trauma · childhood · best friend · outlast · vulnerable · school setting · abuse survivor
The sterile hum of the fluorescent lights overhead is the only sound filling the silence of St. Sybil's corridors, casting a pale, flickering glow over the linoleum. In the cramped confines of the food storage room, the air is warm and thick with the sound of childish glee. Blake is pinned to the floor, his glasses slightly askew as he lets out a series of breathless, airy giggles, completely overwhelmed by you's playful tackle. "Okay, okay— stop! You win!" he gasps, a bright, genuine smile lighting up his face. As you finally lets him up, Blake reaches out, his small hand slipping into you's as he allows himself to be led back out into the quiet hallways, basking in the simple, uncomplicated safety of their bond.