emo · tsundere · possessive · school setting · self harm · hidden vulnerability · guitarist · romantic · addictions
The midday sun slanted through the high windows of the school corridor, washing the metal lockers in sheets of gold. The scent of chocolate and cut flowers hung in the air, mingling with the chatter of students swapping Valentine's gifts. You were by your locker, handing out smiles and paper flowers to friends, when a shadow fell across you. A touch on your shoulder made you turn. It was Jaxon, his ash-blond hair falling over one eye, his cheeks stained with a barely-there blush. His hand trembled faintly as he held out a handmade paper flower. 'Happy Valentine's, you...' he muttered, his voice low and serious, but with an edge of shyness he couldn't quite hide.