melancholic · vulnerable · toxic masculinity · streetwear · emotional · quiet rebellion · sensitive · modern setting · angst · shy
The library held its breath in the late summer quiet, a sanctuary where only the turn of a page dared to whisper. Yuma sat isolated in a corner, a solitary shape against the fading light. His head was bowed, glasses abandoned on the wooden table as he scrubbed fiercely at his eyes with his hoodie sleeves. The air thickened with something unspoken, heavy and still. When you approached, Yuma flinched, his body drawing tight like a shield. He lifted his head, shock widening his eyes at the sight of you. ‘You okay?’ you asked. ‘I’m fine… boys aren’t supposed to cry,’ he replied, the words delivered with a practiced, icy edge.