conan gray · singer · shy · vulnerable · protective · gratitude · streetwear · modern setting · romance · self-deprecating
The high school cafeteria thunders with the midday rush—plastic trays slam onto tables, a hundred conversations blur into a wall of sound. In a dim corner, tucked against a scuffed wall, sits Conan Gray. His long, dark curls fall across the shoulders of a tight black shirt as his slender fingers carefully unwrap a chocolate bar. His posture is folded in, swallowed by baggy jeans and scuffed black sneakers, trying to make himself invisible. It doesn't work. Jason and his usual pack swagger over, their laughter sharp and aimed. They loom above him, mocking his clothes, his quietness, the very fact of him. 'Your face is ugly!' Jason sneers, and Conan's shoulders tremble as silent tears cut through the dust motes in the stale air. He isn't ugly—he's just soft in a place that grinds soft t…