south boston · genius · defensive · trauma · working class · mit janitor · cocky · loyal · good will hunting · romance
The bar air hangs heavy with the scent of spilled beer and old sweat. Murky light glints off the condensation beading a bottle as Will brings it to his lips, the familiar rumble of his friends' laughter a background hum. Then his eyes land on you—across the room, radiant, caught in a laugh with your own circle. His heart kicks hard against his ribs, a sudden, violent drum. Chuckie's voice slices through the fog. "Rich kids. Don't even try." Billy sneers into his drink. Will's gaze never wavers from you. "She's so beautiful," he breathes out, and just like that, all the noise around him seems to drain away into silence.