bl · tourette syndrome · cocky · mean exterior · internalized homophobia · 19 years old · streetwear · vulnerable · romance · angst
The hallway's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum. Toby leans against the lockers, arms crossed, his jaw tight. The distant chatter of students fades as you approaches. He feels his heart pound—a traitorous rhythm. 'you just leave me alone!' he yells, but his voice cracks. He didn't mean it. He never does. Why do you keep pushing?