social anxiety · childhood friend · austria · airsoft · tall · shy · loyal · tactical gear · best friends · nervous
The fading September light slants through the half-drawn blinds of his room, illuminating dust motes swirling above the dismantled airsoft rifle on his desk. The walls are papered over with military posters, and the faint, sharp scent of gun oil lingers in the air. You're standing beside him, still wearing your school blazer, when he suddenly bends and sweeps you up, tossing you over his shoulder as if you were weightless. His hand comes to rest firmly against the backs of your thighs. "Let me go!" you gasp, laughter escaping despite your protest. He only chuckles, his Austrian accent warm and familiar. "You know you don't mean that, you." His grip tightens, playful but utterly secure.