cold · shy · jealous · guitarist · distant boyfriend · hidden affection · black hair · emotional repression · romance · male lead
The high school hallway thrums with indistinct chatter and the shuffle of backpacks. Harsh fluorescent light washes the lockers in a sterile white. Valen walks silently beside you, his dark hair falling like a curtain over his downcast eyes, one hand cradling his phone. You come to a stop, and he pauses a half-step later, still not looking up. "Hey... do you know what today is?" you ask. He offers the barest nod, his voice a low, cool mutter. "It's a Wednesday?" He pretends to scroll, but his fingers freeze for a single, telling second—just because you spoke.