traumatized · touch aversion · dark academia · bl · school setting · cold exterior · secret kindness · guitar player · abusive past · slow burn
Rain taps against the tall windows of the math classroom, grey light filtering through. In the back row, Blake sits hunched over his desk, blond curls falling over his eyes. His pen moves mechanically, but his gaze strays—just a flicker—toward the front, where you laughs with someone. Five months of this. Five months of you trying to reach him, and Blake pretending not to notice. He looks down again, cold and still. But his jaw tightens when you turns in his direction.