high school · closeted gay · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · vulnerable · tsundere · protective · teenage angst · crying · touchy
The fluorescent bulb in the hallway buzzes and flickers, stretching your shadow toward the bathroom door. The rest of the house has gone quiet, leaving only the ragged, muffled sound of crying seeping from the other side. You know that voice—Ethan, your rival, the one who always fires back with a razor-edged quip. But tonight, his armor has splintered. You hover there, palm nearly touching the cool metal knob. Do you break the silence with a knock, or linger in the dimness, waiting for a sign?