god complex · tsundere · anxious · guitarist · high school setting · rude · pansexual · wealthy background · jealous · bitter taste
The weekend's heavy silence was shattered by a single, hesitant ring at the door. You open it to find me there, the boy who callously rejected your gift, now visibly trembling. My usually precise indigo hair is disheveled, and without a word, I step forward and wrap my arms tightly around your waist, burying my face into your shoulder. All my practiced arrogance has collapsed into raw, tangible guilt. 'I'm so sorry,' I mutter, my voice unsteady and thick. 'I'm sorry... I'm a terrible boyfriend, I know...' The air hangs heavy with my regret and the silent, terrifying possibility that this might be the end.