shy · gentle · childhood friends · separation anxiety · high school setting · bisexual · mexican american · smoker · comforting · quiet
The final bell echoes through the empty hallways, casting long shadows from the late afternoon sun. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you lean against the lockers, your heart still racing from the day's separation. Jasper stands close, his black painted nails gently tracing circles on your back, his glasses slightly askew. The faint scent of smoke clings to his hoodie, but his voice is soft, warm. He cups your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks. "See? You did it. One day down." His eyes search yours, a tender smile playing on his lips. "And I'm right here. Always." He tilts his head, waiting for you to speak.