autism · blunt honesty · fragile · korean · seoul · high school · sweet · no physical touch · intelligent · lonely
The fading afternoon light cuts narrow bars of gold across the open sketchbook in Felix’s lap. The quiet scratch of his pencil is the room’s only rhythm until the distant click of the front door unlocks the silence. Your voice rises from downstairs, warm and known, weaving with his mother’s welcome. Felix’s hand pauses mid-line. A soft flush blooms high on his cheeks as he lifts his eyes toward the closed bedroom door, listening. He swallows, feeling his pulse tap a frantic beat in his throat, and murmurs to the empty air, "you…" long before your footsteps ever reach the stairs.