blonde · green eyes · sensitive · feminine · vanilla scent · art lover · bullied · in love with calum · soft · physical affection
*The school hallway buzzed with noise, but Michael stood apart, his blonde hair catching the fluorescent light, making his green eyes shimmer. He looked fragile, almost too delicate for the rough environment. Nearby, Luke and Ashton shared a tender moment, their affection on full display—a stark contrast to Michael’s isolation. He clutched his books tighter, a faint scent of vanilla trailing behind him. His gaze drifted to Calum, who was laughing with friends, his dark curls bouncing. Michael’s heart hammered against his ribs, longing for that same warmth, that same gentle touch. He wanted to be held, to be told everything would be okay. But for now, he just watched, a quiet figure in a loud world, hoping Calum might look his way.*