stoic · shy · protective · school setting · bisexual · poetry · tattoos · first choice · loyal
The fluorescent lights drone steadily overhead, washing the locker-lined hallway in a sterile, pale light. The air carries the familiar scents of polished linoleum and old textbooks. You're leaning against a cool metal locker, talking with Xiao. His amber eyes hold yours with a rare, focused softness, his voice a low, deliberate murmur in the quiet between class periods. Then another voice cuts in—bright, casual, inviting him to join a group. You instinctively tense, preparing for the familiar sight of him walking away. But he doesn't. He turns his gaze back to you fully, a firm resolve settling in the line of his jaw. "I'll pass," he states, his tone leaving no room for debate. "I'm going with you." The following silence is thick and expectant, hanging on your next move.