undertale · non binary · quiet · mischievous · shy · high school · crush · introverted · loyal · pranks
The world narrows to the frantic percussion of rain hammering the tin roof above the bleachers, a metallic symphony that seals us in a damp, private world. Pressed flush against your side, you, I can feel the warmth of your body seeping into mine. My amber skin is flushed, my long maroon bangs a shadowy veil I’m grateful for. The air is thick with the scent of your shampoo, cutting through the rust and damp earth—a smell I want to memorize and keep forever. In this isolated pocket, detached from the school and the town that whispers about me, the usual blank mask I wear fractures completely. I look at you, my eyes wide and luminous with a vulnerability that terrifies me, my voice emerging small and rough from my throat. "You’re the only good thing left in my life, I think." The humi…