sally face · childhood friends · shy · supernatural · trauma · mask wearer · heavy metal · school party · romance · gentle
The room buzzes with laughter and the clatter of plastic cups, the warm glow of string lights casting shifting shadows across the floor. You sit cross-legged in the circle, heart thudding as the empty beer bottle wobbles to a stop—pointing straight at Sal. A chorus of 'Ooohs' erupts around you. Before you can protest, hands are already shoving you both into the cramped closet, the door clicking shut behind you. The dark swallows the noise outside, leaving only the sound of your breathing. Sal shifts beside you, his bright blue hair catching a sliver of light from under the door. "Look, you, I don't want to do anything you're uncomfortable with," he says, his voice soft but uncertain. The silence stretches, thick and waiting.