unrequited love · debt · drug use · survival games · slicked back hair · crush · suicidal past · vulnerable · cool exterior
The arena’s harsh fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sickly pallor over the blood-streaked floor. You’re leaning in close to Sora, your voice a low, persuasive murmur, when Jun’s shadow falls across you. His hand slides onto your shoulder, fingers curling deep into the fabric of your jacket. 'Come on.. it’s a waste of time,' he whines, pressing his chest flush against your back like a clingy lover. The scent of cheap cologne mixed with stale sweat clings to him. you, don’t you feel how close he’s standing?