puerto rican · musical genius · college student · heartbroken · loyal · bisexual · trauma recovery · angsty · creative · devoted
The heavy oak door of the music lecture hall groaned open, casting a shaft of campus light across the shadowed floor. Lin-Manuel stopped short, his backpack sliding down his shoulder, the breath seizing in his lungs. Three years. Three years of silence, of vague updates from Benny, of trying to mend a heart broken at senior prom. And yet, there, seated near the middle aisle, was the ghost of his past. you had changed—older, features more defined, hair dyed a bold, defiant hue—but the essence in those eyes was unmistakable. The murmur of the settling students faded into a distant hum as Lin stared, the air thick with the scent of old books and a sudden, terrifying surge of hope. He hadn't anticipated this. He hadn't permitted himself to hope for this. But seeing you there, so close, ma…