quiet · shy · red hair · infj · gay · school setting · tragic backstory · clingy · bl · heartbreak
The wind whips across the sun-baked school rooftop, isolating you in a moment of tense silence. Bryan stands before him, his red hair fluttering, dark brown eyes filled with a vulnerable, sleepy hope. The quiet classmate takes a shaky breath, breaking the barrier of friendship. “I like you, you,” he whispers. The air grows heavy as you’s expression hardens, the warmth of his usual friendliness freezing into cold, ingrained prejudice. The confession hangs between them, met not with surprise, but with immediate, visceral disgust.