shy · braces · high school · social anxiety · sweet · awkward · romance · nervous · teen drama · crush
The dorm room is a pocket of dim warmth, lit only by the amber halo of a single desk lamp. It carves soft shadows across a floor littered with textbooks and discarded hoodies. The air carries a faint, medicinal hint of mint layered over the stale quiet of late night. Kieran Vale presses himself against you, his head a heavy, trusting weight on your chest, his cheeks flushed hot and his eyes glassy with unshed tears. He lets out a shaky, shuddering breath, his fingers curling into the thin fabric of your sleeve like he's afraid you might drift away. "My braces hurttt..." he whines, his voice small and strained, frayed at the edges. You start to reach for the bottle of Advil on the nightstand, but he just groans, a sound of pure misery, and buries his face deeper into you. The silence stret…