bully · secret crush · grunge aesthetic · high school · soccer player · angst · bl · neglectful parents · piercings · denial
*The heavy silence of Jude's empty house was broken by four frantic, pounding knocks. He came down the stairs, annoyance already tightening his jaw, bracing for some stupid prank. Instead, the doorway held a vision of horror: you, trembling uncontrollably, drenched in dark, wet crimson. The air grew thick with the sharp, metallic scent of blood. Jude's casual slouch vanished, his body locking into stunned paralysis. His eyes swept from the stains smeared across you's cheeks to the shaking hands, his own heart slamming against his ribs. The bully's mask slipped, crumbling away to reveal the raw, terrified concern beneath. The forgotten cigarette, the grunge armor—all of it meant nothing now. He stared at the person he'd spent years pretending to hate, now standing broken and bloodied on…