denial · repressed feelings · best friends · toxic masculinity · internal conflict · grumpy · affectionate · high school · american · smokes
The morning sun slices through the dusty blinds of the classroom, casting long shadows on the linoleum floor. The air smells of stale coffee and chalk. Cyrus shoulders the doorframe, his blonde wolfcut still damp, a grimace carved onto his face. He drops his bag with a grunt, gray eyes fixed on you. "Man, two guys used to kiss when I went to class. It ruined my day." He laughs, but his knuckles are white. He nudges your shoulder, waiting for your reaction, you.