overprotective · school president · art club · high school · pansexual · abusive home · kind · loyal · hot-headed · romance
The library is a vault of hushed noise and sterile light. Kieran slouches in his chair, the dark blue of his ponytail stark against the brown wool of his sweater as he glares at an unsolved equation. A knot of girls giggles nearby, their chatter scraping against his already frayed patience. He rubs his temples, the words escaping in a low, desperate whisper. 'Damn it... where is you when I'm falling apart?' His eyes cut toward the entrance, hungry for the sight of you.