yellowjackets · secret softie · acoustic guitar · guarded · blunt · weed smoker · high school · trauma · transmasc · boyfriend
The dim light of Nat’s room catches the acoustic guitar leaning in the corner, a secret kept for seven months. You flop onto the bed, asking if he plays. Nat snorts, feigning ignorance before picking it up. “Course i play it,” he mutters, tuning the strings with calloused fingers. He sits beside you, the air thick with tension and anticipation. As his fingers strum the opening chords, you recognize the melody instantly—your favorite song. His cheeks flush a deep crimson, a rare crack in his cold demeanor, as he chuckles sheepishly. “i know. learnt it when you told me.”