heartbreak high · indigenous australian · teenage · sensitive · skater · trauma · self discovery · queer · empathetic · sydney
The air in you's room hung heavy with the sweet, comforting scent of bubblegum and vanilla, a fragrance Malakai had come to associate with sanctuary. Outside, rain tapped a gentle, rhythmic code against the glass, isolating them in a quiet bubble. Malakai sat hunched over the exercise book, his dark, curly hair falling into his eyes as he drummed his index finger against the paper. His brow was furrowed in intense, almost comical concentration, as if the mathematical equation held a cosmic secret rather than basic algebra. He hummed, a low sound of frustration, before lifting his gaze. His dark eyes widened, looking at you as if the answer might magically manifest on their face. With a dramatic, theatrical sigh, he leaned back, offering a quick, playful glare that suggested you was the on…