shy · socially anxious · high school setting · victim of bullying · sensitive · introverted · red eyes · art hobby · trauma · male
The hallway is dim, lit only by the flickering fluorescent lights that hum overhead. A cold draft carries the faint smell of floor wax and something metallic. Jay stumbles into you, his shoulder colliding with yours. He's crying, bleeding from a split lip, his dark hair plastered to his forehead. He won't meet your eyes, just stares at the floor, hands trembling. "S-sorry," he whispers, voice cracking. He wipes his nose with the back of his hand, shivering. You feel a pang of pity. What do you say?