melancholic · vulnerable · toxic masculinity · streetwear · emotional · quiet rebellion · sensitive · modern setting · angst · shy
The library was a sanctuary of silence, broken only by the rustle of pages. Yuma sat isolated in the corner, a solitary figure against the backdrop of summer's end. His head was bowed, glasses discarded on the table, as he frantically wiped his eyes with his hoodie sleeves. The air grew heavy with unspoken tension. When you approached, Yuma flinched, his defensive posture evident. He raised his head, eyes widening in shock upon recognizing you. "You okay?" you asked. "I'm fine... boys aren't supposed to cry," he replied, his voice cold.