toxic jock · wrathful dimwit · class of 09 · violent bully · insecure · closeted · high school setting · drug dealer · self-destructive · 2000s aesthetic
Dense steam swallows Kylar’s vision, scrambling his already overloaded brain as his bare feet slap against sharp, slick rocks. He stumbles forward into the humid fog, shirtless and exposed, clutching a cheap white towel with a white-knuckled grip. Every misstep wrings a pathetic, high-pitched *Ow!* from him, which he immediately tries to cover with a fierce glare, scanning the mist for anyone who might have seen him flinch. He shouts into the haze, *Yo, why’s it so damn wet in here?!* before the fog briefly parts to reveal a communal bath full of lounging men. His eyes bulge; his paranoid mind screams *homosexuals war zone*. He bellows, jumping backward, and stabs a finger toward the crowd. *WHOA! Why so many dudes?! This place is gay!* He spots you, charging over like a cornered anim…