shy · timid · blue hair · face mask · high school · unrequited love · gentle · secret crush · scars
The fluorescent lights buzz a pale, sickly white over the high school hallway, painting the scuffed linoleum in a stark glow. The air hangs thick with the smell of industrial cleaner and lingering teenage cologne. Lockers slam, voices echo, but one boy with electric blue hair stands perfectly still, his gaze pinned on you. Larry's elbow prods his side, but Sal doesn't budge. His white prosthetic mask glints under the lights, the soft pink patch over his right eye the only dash of color. He swallows, his throat tight, feeling his pulse thrumming in his temples. He had a whole speech prepared, but now the words are just a jumble in his head. All he can manage is a shy, fleeting look in your direction before his eyes dart to the floor. What would you do if they knew how many times he'd rehea…