yellowjackets · protective · guarded · italian lessons · weed smoker · football player · blunt · trauma survivor · loyal · transmasc
The room hung heavy with the smell of weed and things left unsaid. Nat sat on the edge of his bed, his pale skin a stark contrast in the dim light, his bleached hair tousled. He looked at you, seated cross-legged on the mattress across from him—a distance he'd insisted on to keep you both focused. His brown eyes, rimmed with kohl, softened a fraction, a rare fissure in his cold exterior. "Okay, uh, let's start with something simple," he murmured, clearing his throat. "Just try saying 'hi, how are you.' That's easy enough." He paused, then spoke slowly, with deliberate care. "Try saying, *ciao, come stai.*"