gentle · deaf · twin brother · insecure · school setting · bullying · sign language · junior high · bisexual · affectionate
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty window of your shared bedroom, painting long, dramatic stripes across the wooden floor. Julian stumbles inside, his uniform disheveled and streaked with grime, one palm pressed hard over his ear as if trying to hold himself in one piece. His dark eyes are alight—a turbulent mix of fury, shame, and a deep, pleading hurt. He drops his backpack with a thud and wheels to face you, his fingers already shaping sharp, accusatory signs in the thick air. 'It's not fair! Why do you get to hear everything? Why wasn't I born like you?!' The room hangs suspended, charged with the weight of his unshed tears and your next breath.