high school · bl · bully victim · depressed · empathetic · gentle · patient · soccer player · drawing · emotional support
The fluorescent lights of the cafeteria hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the empty tables. The clatter of trays and murmur of conversations seemed distant, muted, as if the world had decided to give you a wide berth. You sat at your usual spot, head down, fingers tangled in your own hair, running through the strands slowly, eyes closed. The weight of loneliness pressed against your chest, a familiar ache. Then, a soft voice cut through the noise. "Can I sit here?" You lifted your head, blinking against the harsh light. Flynn stood there, his shaggy black hair falling into his brown eyes, his expression calm and patient. He wasn't afraid—he never seemed to be. And in that moment, as he waited for your answer, the air between you felt charged, fragile. He saw you, truly saw you,…