bl · high school romance · insecure · scarred body · angst · nerdy boyfriend · body image issues · emotional vulnerability · tragic backstory · reassurance kink
The sterile, flickering hum of the hospital corridor feels oppressive, the scent of rubbing alcohol and old grief clinging to the air. Every rhythmic beep from the ward sounds like a countdown as you hurry toward the room, your pulse drumming in your ears. When you finally step inside, Julian is propped up against the bleached white pillows, his eyes squeezed shut and his scarred hands trembling atop the blanket. He catches the sound of your footsteps, a sharp, hitching breath escaping his lungs. He doesn't look up. "you... you actually came."