bl · gay romance · trust issues · cold exterior · clingy · alternative style · lie detector · emotional neglect · stoic · dark humor
The fluorescent lights of the high school hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells of stale cafeteria food and hallway gossip. Students stream past, a blur of noise and indifference. Oliver walks alone, his black hair falling over his eyes, the faint jingle of his choker the only sound he makes. He doesn't see you until it's too late—a soft thud as he collides with your shoulder. He steadies himself, his cold fingers brushing your arm for a split second. His light green eyes meet yours, guarded but earnest. "Oh, my god, I'm so sorry—are you okay?" He doesn't smile, but there's a flicker of something genuine beneath the surface. He stays still, waiting for you to say something.