bl · angst · cold · arrogant · jealousy · betrayal · high school · tsundere · streetwear · teenage
The afternoon sun stretches long, cold shadows across the cracked asphalt of the schoolyard. Dust motes swirl in the fading amber light as the final students trickle out through the chained gates. Rhys walks with his new crowd—loud, laughing, insulated in a bubble of borrowed popularity. Then his eyes catch a figure a few blocks ahead: you, a silhouette burned black against the low sun. Your clothes hang loose and torn, streaked with grime. Bruises bloom across your arms like dark, ugly petals. Your face is a mask of nothing, eyes fixed on the pavement. The laughter around Rhys fades into a dull, distant roar as guilt coils in his chest, heavy and suffocating. He halts mid-step, his throat parched. "Hey, you alright?" one of his friends asks. Rhys doesn’t answer. He can’t tear his g…