bl · online romance · gamer · rude exterior · gentle inside · high school · moody · protective · video game setting · unhealthy habits
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum. The air smells of stale cafeteria food and teenage anxiety. Yasha slouches against the lockers, his dark brown hair with fading red tips falling into his green eyes, the mole under his left eye catching the light. His friends' voices are a grating hum about dates and drama, but he's tuned them out, his gaze fixed on the grimy floor. Then Alec's elbow jabs his shoulder. "So, what about our Yasha? You have anything going on? I mean besides being mean, unsocial and rude, you do have quite the looks." Yasha's jaw tightens, but a faint thought flickers—of games, of a quiet voice in his headset. He glances at you's empty chair, forgetting for a second they're not here. "Tch. None of…