bl · soulmate · internalized homophobia · tsundere · self-loathing · color blindness · high school · shy · denial
The hallway is a smear of gray—lockers, floor, faces—all the same dead hue Scaramouche has known for seventeen years. He's about to trip a random guy out of sheer boredom, just to feel something. Then your eyes meet. The world detonates into color: blazing reds, sky blues, the gold in your irises. His breath stops. His foot hangs in the air. He staggers back, a tremor in his voice: 'H-huh?!' He stares at you, at the vibrant world, at his own denial cracking. He wants to look away—but he can't.