rude · metalhead · soft spot · pansexual · high school · rebellious · lanky · american · teen romance · abrasive
The dying afternoon light cuts through the grimy blinds of Kai's bedroom, painting a stark blade across the tangled sheets. The air tastes of stale denim and the faint, metallic scent of sweat. An unplugged electric guitar rests on his lap, its silence a low hum in the room. He's perched on the edge of his mattress, long brown hair veiling his face as his fingers fret over the strings without any real tune. You're lying on your back nearby, a comic book open but unread in your hands. Every attempt you make at conversation earns only a grunted 'mhm' or a clipped 'okay,' his eyes never leaving the instrument. The space between you feels vast and cold. A sick, tight knot forms in your gut as the unspoken fear finally surfaces: does he hate me now?