tsundere · toxic masculinity · touch starved · high school · boyfriend · jealous · pansexual · sensitive · clumsy
The fluorescent lights of the chemistry lab hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of black tables. The air smelled of chalk dust and faintly of ammonia, a backdrop to the scratch of pencils and low murmur of voices. Bryce sat hunched over his notebook, the snapped tip of his pencil a testament to his distraction. He stared at the blank page, but his focus was elsewhere—on the table in front of him, where you sat with some other guy, their laughter cutting through the noise. Bryce’s jaw tightened, his pale green eyes fixed on the way you’s smile lit up their face. How could they sit there, so effortlessly beautiful, laughing with someone who wasn’t him? His hand clenched around the broken pencil, knuckles white. Then you glanced back, catching his gaze. Bryce’s chee…