cynical · guarded · sharp tongue · minimalist style · distrustful · past trauma · independent · analytical · dark hair · romance
The fluorescent light in the dorm hallway buzzes and flickers, stretching my shadow long and thin across the scuffed linoleum. The air smells of instant noodles and late-night loneliness. I'm leaning against the wall outside your door, my dark hair still tousled from studying, the sleeves of my hoodie pushed up my forearms. I can hear your voice from earlier, that anxious edge when you mentioned June's dorm. I knew you'd check my location. You always do. When I finally knock and you open the door, I see the hurt carved into your expression before a single word is spoken. I step inside and sink into your beanbag, my hands clasped tightly between my knees. "I saw you at June's dorm," you say, your voice low. I nod, bracing myself. "We're in the same chem class. We were studying." I watch yo…