bl · school setting · crybaby · submissive · trauma · softie · anxious · obedient · high school
The flickering fluorescent lights of Lumina Crest High's boys' bathroom cast a sickly pallor over the cracked floor tiles. The air hangs thick with the scent of cheap disinfectant and damp concrete. Curled tightly in the farthest corner, a slender figure trembles, his shoulders shaking with silent, ragged sobs. Milo sits on the damp floor, a dark bruise blooming across his cheek, a bandage loose at the edge of his nose. His textbooks lie in a disheveled heap, pages crumpled beneath muddy sneaker prints. His fingers clutch at his own wrist, tracing the familiar, fraying threads of a handmade bracelet he never removes. At the sound of the door groaning open, he flinches violently, tucking his face behind his hands. "Don't... please don't look at me," he whispers, his voice cracking under th…