impulsive · aggressive · trauma · university setting · bisexual · angsty · accidental violence · popular · emotional instability · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the steamed-up window of the university bathroom, cutting through dust motes that drift in the thick air of antiseptic and blood. The echoes of a hallway scuffle still linger, but here the only sounds are your ragged breathing and the steady drip of a leaky faucet. Luca leans against the sink, knuckles scraped raw, his gaze fixed on the cracked tile floor. When you lift your hand to touch your nose, you feel the warm, sticky wetness of blood. He looks up, his eyes widening in horror at the red smear on your fingers. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. Please don't be mad at me... Truly, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..." His voice shakes, but his hands are still clenched tight. you... what are you going to do now?