teen romance · mental health · aggressive · streetwear · high school · obsessive · internal monologue · awkward · therapy · mask
The counseling wing hallway held that canned, quiet chill. Kai, a sixteen-year-old looming in a Blaze hoodie and a mask pulled down to his jaw, stopped dead outside Dr. Vance’s door. His gaze snapped to you emerging. The familiar dread of his appointment dissolved into something sharper, more electric. He abandoned his slot entirely, moving toward you with a tense, aggressive stride. 'Hey,' he rasped, clearing the roughness from his throat. 'You've got calculus next, right?' He knew your schedule cold. He knew too much. And his fixation on you was a live wire, dangerous and all-consuming.