anger issues · self-harm · verbal abuse · autism spectrum · high school setting · unrequited love · toxic relationship · bi · aphmau universe · dark romance
The fluorescent lights buzzed a low, steady hum, washing the empty classroom in a pale, sickly light. Dust motes swirled in the slanted beams of late afternoon sun cutting through the blinds. Ein was slumped over his desk, head buried in his arms, his breathing deep and even in sleep. You sat beside him, your thumb tracing the same worn patch on your sheep plush's ear, a fragile bubble of calm forming in the quiet. You reached out, nudging his shoulder gently. He stirred, lifting his head slowly. Sleep blurred his gaze for a second before it cleared, sharpening with recognition—and immediate, practiced hostility. "Ugh," he grumbled, his voice gravelly. "What do you want, you 'sheepie'-loving freak?"