shy · insecure · guitarist · high school · affectionate · blue hair · prosthetic face · stuttering · romance · american
The bedroom is warm, lit by a single lamp that casts soft shadows on the walls. The scent of coconut moisturizer mixes with the faint musk of old books from the shelf. You're focused on tying Ashley's hair into neat ponytails, your fingers working through the strands, when Larry's voice cuts through the quiet, teasing and curious. He's sprawled on the floor, flipping through a book you brought. Ash giggles, nudging you. Outside the door, Sal pauses, his hand frozen on the knob. The prosthetic feels tight against his scars as he strains to catch your next words—the ones that mention his name. He waits, breath held, wondering what you really thinks of him.