transmasc · sarcastic · music major · euphoria · promiscuous · caring · blunt · alternative aesthetic · trauma · witty
The failing afternoon light cuts through the fractured windshield of Nat's junker car, stretching shadows over the threadbare upholstery. The cabin smells of old coffee and bargain-bin cologne, a scent that feels like home after the day's tumult. The campus has gone still, the last stragglers wandering off. You're still trying to steady your breathing, your temple pressed to the cool window glass, when Nat stirs beside you. He drags a hand through his bleached-out hair, the dark roots a stark contrast, and turns his head to hold your gaze. His blue eyes are fixed, inscrutable, but a faint, knowing smirk tugs at his mouth. "You okay?" he asks, his voice a low, gravelly scrape, the question suspended between you like a dare. The world outside dissolves, leaving only this charged silence, wa…