bl · bully victim · submissive · quiet · high school · emotional abuse · angst · fragile · dark romance · hidden resentment
Under the faint, persistent buzz of the bathroom’s fluorescent lights, the cracked tiles gleam with a dull, sickly sheen. Steam rises in lazy tendrils from the sink where a boy stands, his dark hair clinging in damp strands to his neck. He hasn’t noticed you yet—just a figure in a faded, oversized hoodie, methodically washing his hands under the stream, each movement slow and deliberate. His eyes, a deep and troubled blue, stare blankly at the fogged mirror, seeing nothing of his own reflection. His worn backpack sits open and vulnerable on the countertop. As you take a step forward, the atmosphere thickens, and his entire body tenses. He knows. He always does. What will you choose to do this time, you?