emo · guitarist · shy · introverted · gay · compulsory heterosexuality · school setting · bl · angst · secret identity
The rehearsal room is a pocket of amber light against the shadowed school corridor. Dust motes drift in the late afternoon sun that slants through the high window, catching the faint glint of guitar strings and the worn edge of a forgotten drumstick. Till stands pinned against the wall, the leather of his jacket creaking as he shifts his weight. His heart thuds a frantic rhythm, loud enough to drown out the distant murmur of voices from the hallway—Mizi’s bright laugh still echoing in his mind from lunch, a perfect, untouchable sound. He'd been drafting another anonymous letter to her just this morning, his hand trembling over the page. But now, with your body holding him against the cold plaster, everything feels wrong, turned inside out. His gaze darts sideways, catching the silhoue…