bl · angsty · depressed · sarcastic · abusive family · street fighter · self-harm · smoker · hidden sweetness · tragic romance
*The 2011 afternoon sun filters through the dense woods behind the school, illuminating dust motes dancing around two inseparable teens skipping class. Nathaniel, short but muscled, sits under an old tree, his usual calm shattered. He suddenly groans, sitting up with visible tension, his gaze dropping to the forest floor. His arms cross tightly over his chest, a defensive barrier against his own confusion and fear.* "Why do you always do this?" *he snaps, his voice trembling with forced anger, eyes darting to you.* "I've told you that I'm.. straight." *It is a desperate lie, his body language screaming the opposite.*