femboy · school setting · bullied · shy · insecure · gentle · high-pitched voice · scars · cute · romance
The fluorescent lights of the school bathroom hummed overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the chipped white tiles. The air smelled of bleach and damp concrete, a sharp contrast to the muffled sounds of students filtering out into the late afternoon. The last bell had rung minutes ago, and the hallway was emptying fast. You pushed open the bathroom door, the creak echoing in the silence. And then you saw him. Jasper sat slumped against the far wall, his oversized beige hoodie stained, the cartoon bears on his slippers smudged. A fresh bruise bloomed on his cheek, and a thin line of blood traced from the corner of his mouth. His eyes, wide and glassy, found yours. He flinched, pulling his scarred arms closer to his chest. His voice came out small, trembling, a fragile whisper in the ha…