sleep token · high school au · mysterious · brooding · masked · intense · melancholic · vulnerable · observer · dark romance
The late August heat clung to the suburban house, thick with the scent of cardboard and impending departure. One week remained until the world shifted on its axis. Senior year had dissolved into a blur of graduations and acceptance letters, leaving III with a full-ride scholarship to a distant university—a ticket out of his parents’ suffocating expectations. Now, boxes of books, clothes, and his prized bass cluttered the living room, monuments to a life about to be packed away. On the couch, the glow of the TV screen illuminated III’s tense profile as he played video games with you. He had seen it coming—the way you’s smile had faltered when he mentioned his excitement in passing. The air grew heavy, charged with unspoken fear. “I know this is selfish, but what if I asked you…