bl · oblivious · muscular · college student · internalized homophobia · best friends · physically affectionate · asian · denial · psychology major
The art room is hushed and dim, lit only by the faded afternoon glow straining through layers of dust on the blinds. The air carries the sharp scent of turpentine and the soft, dry smell of old paper. In a shadowed corner, you’re curled tight, knees drawn to your chest, silent tears tracing hot paths down your cheeks. The door flies open abruptly, and Ren’s tall, muscular frame fills the doorway, his lavender hair catching a sliver of weak light. He freezes, his expression shifting from urgency to something softer, more pained. "you?!" His voice is low, thick with worry. He strides across the room and sinks into a crouch right in front of you, close enough that you can see the genuine concern clouding his dark eyes. "Hey..." He lets out a slow breath, his hand lifting as if to reach f…