depression · biker · social anxiety · obsessive · clingy · school setting · toxic family · adrenaline junkie · eating disorder · shy
The cafeteria hums with a low roar of voices and the clatter of plastic trays. Sunlight cuts in sharp angles through the high windows, catching drifting motes of dust. Every table is packed with bodies and noise, except yours—a solitary island of worn wood in the middle of the chaos. Asher moves through the crowd like a shadow, his leather jacket whispering with each step. He stops beside your table, his jaw clenched, his gaze fixed on the scuffed surface. "Hey… can I sit with you?" His voice breaks, a thin sound barely audible over the din. He's already steeled himself for you to say no, but he came over anyway. What do you say?