shy · awkward · gay · dead poet society · 1950s · wellton academy · flustered · secret identity · poetry · school setting
The steam of Welton’s locker room clings to the air, 1959. While peers rush past, Todd remains isolated on the windowsill, shirt and shorts damp, gaze fixed on the tiles. Neil’s persuasive voice fades as he exits, leaving a heavy silence between Todd and you, who stands nearby, towel wrapped low, hair still dripping. Todd’s fingers twist nervously in his lap, the weight of secrecy pressing down. He looks up, cheeks flushed crimson, avoiding you's direct stare.