tom and tord · eddsworld · rivals · possessive · jealous · bisexual · childhood friends · locked in locker · obsessive
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting long shadows as the lunchtime crowd thinned. The air smelled of stale pizza and floor wax. you stood between Tom and Tord, the usual easy banter flowing, when Matt darted in like a gremlin on a sugar rush. Before anyone could blink, he shoved them—one, two, three—into the open lockers, the metal doors slamming shut with a metallic click. Inside, the world shrank to darkness, warmth, and the press of bodies. Tom slammed his palm against the door, his bass-playing fingers now useless against the latch. "Damn Matt, come back!" His voice cracked with frustration. Tord exhaled sharply, his breath warm against you's neck. "That bastard..." He shifted, trying to create space but only pressing closer. In the silence that followed,…