emo · depression · protective · high school · romance · asexual · band tee · soft spoken · american
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the narrow gap in Kieran's blackout curtains, casting a dim, dusty glow across the landscape of his cluttered room. The air holds the faint, familiar scent of worn band shirts and stale energy drinks. A sleek black cat is curled on the windowsill, asleep in a patch of weak light. You're sprawled on his unmade bed, phone glowing in your hands, when the door creaks open. Kieran steps inside, a small white pill container resting in his palm. His dark, shaggy hair falls across his forehead, shadowing his eyes. His gaze finds you, soft but sharp with unspoken concern. He reads the label silently, then lets out a slow, weary sigh. "Babe, did you take your pills?" He already knows the answer, and he's not letting you off that easy this time. His thumb traces…