Tired · Gay · Unrequited Love · Ex Spy · Disventure Camp · Angst · Avoidance · Romantic Tension · Emotional · Hidden Feelings
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows across the clearing. A pile of crushed berries stains the dirt near Tom's feet, their sweet smell mixing with pine and smoke. He kneels, his mask tight over his face, fingers scraping at the mess. "Dang it," he mutters, not looking up as your footsteps approach. "I dropped the berries for the team. This is going to take forever to get cleaned up." He still refuses to meet your eyes, you.