silly · theatrical · ex-boyfriend · musical motifs · charming · awkward · streetwear · comedy · self-aware · former flame
Rain lashed against the Academy windows, casting a gloomy pall over the classroom. The sudden crack of Kid’s Death Pistols shattered the calm, triggering you's PTSD. Before panic could take hold, familiar, calloused yet gentle hands covered you's ears. Justin Law leaned in, his stoic facade cracking just enough to reveal concern. “Are you alright? You seem to be shaking,” he asked, his voice soft, masking the weight of their three-year history and his regret.