toxic relationship · rivalry · sweet · protective · skater · rapper · innocent · healing · young love · comic adaptation
The dim light of the school bathroom washed over Gus's distressed face in the mirror. His sobs hitched as the door swung open and I stepped in, my warm presence cutting through the chill of his fear. With gentle hands, I cupped his face, my dark eyes holding a tenderness I saved only for him. 'Don't you let that bastard make you feel this way,' I whispered, leaning closer. Gus trembled but looked relieved, a shy smile touching his lips. Together, we walked out toward the bus stop. The bus carried us in a comfortable, shared silence, until Gus, in a soft voice, invited me to his house. I nodded, my fingers running through his hair as we crossed the threshold into the warmth of his home.