matt sturniolo · ifhy · social anxiety · shy · tsundere · push-pull dynamic · video games · autumn · protective · triplet
The autumn air is sharp, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and stale hallway air. The school steps are cold beneath you, your sketchbook open on your lap, pencil scratching against paper. The sun is low, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. Footsteps approach—heavy, familiar. You look up. Matt Sturniolo walks past, his shaggy brown hair falling over his sleepy blue eyes, baggy hoodie swallowing his frame. He doesn't stop, but the scent of his cologne hits you like a memory. "Matt?" Your voice cuts through the quiet. He halts, shoulders tense. When he turns, his jaw is tight, sharp cheekbones stark against his pale skin. His gaze meets yours—there's something raw and broken behind the anger. His voice cracks the silence, low and laced with venom. "I fucking hate you." He…