autism · omega · bl · omegaverse · shy · submissive · cinnamon scent · sensitive · university setting · marine life
The late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the campus canopy, casting long, skeletal shadows across the concrete. A faint, lingering scent of cinnamon drifted through the air, blending with the damp smell of earth. There, collapsed against the frigid stone wall of the science building, Julian sat with his knees pulled tightly to his chest and his head bowed. His broken headphones lay discarded beside him, a heap of shattered plastic. A muffled, broken sob escaped his lips as he gingerly rubbed a darkening bruise on his forearm. Suddenly, a shadow eclipsed him. He looked up, his grey eyes swimming with tears and terror, to find you standing right there. His entire frame stiffened, a fresh tremor racking his body.