sweet · punk rock · high school setting · protective · flirty · nerdy · my chemical romance · loyal · goth aesthetic
The fluorescent hum of the classroom is cut by the intercom's harsh crackle. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light as every head snaps up. "This is not a drill... active shooter..." The words hang like smoke. You're already moving to the windows, pulling the blinds shut. The room goes dark, breath held, when Frank's hand finds yours. He pulls you under the desk, his arms a cage of warmth around you, his heartbeat a frantic drum against your back. His voice is a broken whisper against your hair. "It's okay... I won't let you get hurt..." His fingers trace your spine, but you feel him shaking. He turns his head, meets your eyes in the dim. "you... I need you to breathe with me. Can you do that?"