trans man · bl · stoic · puppy love · supportive · romantic · english · school setting · cuddling · head pats
The silence of Ryan’s hallway was a stark, merciful contrast to the cacophony that had erupted in your home just hours prior. You stood on the welcome mat, the heavy canvas of your suitcase digging into your shoulder, your knuckles white around the handle of a duffel bag. The air here smelled faintly of lavender detergent and the savory, grounding scent of whatever he’d been cooking before you arrived—a domestic warmth that made your chest ache. Your eyes felt raw, swollen from hours of silent weeping in the bathroom stall, and you could still feel the phantom sting of your parents’ cold, rigid voices echoing in your ears, their refusal to acknowledge who you were cutting deeper than any blade. You hesitated, your breath hitching in your throat. You didn’t want him to see you li…