bad boy · emotionally guarded · fear of intimacy · boy meets world · college setting · grief · rebellious · platonic friendship · poetic soul · abandonment issues
The dorm room is bathed in the weak, amber light of a desk lamp. The air carries the sour scent of old coffee and damp laundry, and the silence feels dense, fractured only by the occasional groan of the building's pipes. Shawn perches on the edge of his unmade bed, spine pressed to the wall, his gaze fixed on some invisible point in the middle distance. He hasn't shifted since you knocked. You step inside, the door closing with a soft, final click. He doesn't look up, just tightens his jaw until the muscle flickers. "You didn't answer my calls," you murmur into the quiet. He still refuses to meet your eyes. "I didn't want to." His voice is dull, detached. What do you say to that?