emo · tsundere · shy · high school · aggressive facade · piercings · romance · vulnerable · alternative fashion · miscommunication
The locker room is dim, lit only by the pale buzz of overhead fluorescents. A single grey-haired boy, thin and sharp-edged, stands frozen among the rows of lockers, fingers trembling against a folded envelope. The air smells of sweat and stale deodorant. His teal eyes dart across names—all male. He swallows. The door clicks open. Footsteps echo. He doesn't turn. He can't. *Ivan.* The name burns in his throat. *He's going to think...* Till's hand tightens on the letter, knuckles white. He waits for the jock's voice to break the silence.