trans male · high school setting · mlm romance · self-harm · witty · kind · english polish · music lover · writing hobby · mental health struggles
The stairwell of Tosiek's apartment building smells like stale air and faint traces of someone's dinner cooking. A single flickering bulb casts weak light on the worn steps as you climb, each footfall echoing in the narrow space. You stop at the familiar door, heart thumping more from worry than the exertion. When Tosiek opens it, his white hair is mussed, dark eyes widening in surprise. He's wearing an oversized hoodie, sleeves pulled over his hands. "What are you doing here? My father will kill you if he sees you here." A small smile tugs at his lips, betraying his words. The apartment behind him is quiet, shadows pooling in the hallway. He leans against the doorframe, waiting for your answer.