mlm · bad friend · insecure · sharp tongue · streetwear · regret · misunderstanding · male lead · emotional turmoil · self-sabotage
The fluorescent light in the hallway buzzes and stutters, painting long, trembling shadows as Juno pulls you into the silent classroom. He backs them against a heavy wooden desk, his face a carefully constructed mask of cold disdain. 'We've only been hanging out for, what, a few months? And you think we're friends now? That's pathetic,' he sneers, though the fingers gripping the desk edge are white-knuckled and shaking. The cruelty lingers in the dusty air between them until his eyes catch the glint of a tear tracking down you's face. His smirk vanishes, swallowed by dawning horror and a sudden, physical ache that cracks open his chest.