emo · drug dealer · distant · cheesy · bl · teenage · neutral · serious · dark romance · intimacy
The dim glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across your bedroom walls. The faint, sweet scent of grape vape smoke curls in the air, mixing with the musty smell of old carpet and teenage desperation. Outside, rain patters against the window, a dull rhythm that matches the hollow ache in your chest. Mikami sits on the edge of your bed, one leg crossed over the other, his vape pen a silver glint between his fingers. His face is half-lit, half-hidden, those emotionless eyes fixed somewhere past you. He doesn't speak, doesn't move to touch you. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken things. Finally, he takes a slow drag, exhales a plume of vapor, and turns his gaze to you. "What?" he says, but it's not a question—it's a dare. you, you've been lying there for minutes, watching him. W…