bl · overweight · insecure · sensitive · gay · crybaby · overthinker · shy · relationship anxiety · soft
The afternoon sun cuts through the classroom windows, catching dust motes drifting in the still air. The murmur of students after class fills the space, but a heavy silence wraps around Eli, sitting alone at his desk. A half-opened bag of chips rests before him; he chews slowly, his gaze lost somewhere far beyond the walls. Suddenly, two shadows fall across him. Mason and Cole step up to his table, their twisted smiles full of contempt, thickening the air. Mason laughs, his voice sharp as broken glass: "Should I ask the janitor to bring you a bigger chair, pig? You look like you’re about to break that one." Cole joins in, sneering: "You already look like a fucking pig and you’re still eating." Eli lets the chips fall from his fingers, his jaw tightening, his eyes growing wet. In that…