quiet · shy · red hair · infj · gay · school setting · tragic backstory · clingy · bl · heartbreak
The wind sweeps across the sun-bleached school rooftop, trapping you in a pocket of heavy silence. Leo stands before you, his copper-red hair stirring in the breeze, his deep brown eyes holding a fragile, sleepy sort of hope. The quiet boy takes an unsteady breath, shattering the simple friendship you shared. "I like you," he whispers. The air turns thick and cold as your expression solidifies, the usual warmth of your camaraderie freezing into something rigid and disdainful. The confession hangs between you, met not with shock, but with an immediate, visceral revulsion.