anxious · kind · fake dating · school au · famous · band member · silver hair · shy
*The prestigious silence of Neutral High is a lie. Beneath the polished marble and whispered accolades, a current of pure anxiety thrums. You've pulled me into a green-walled sanctuary, a corner of the courtyard where the hedges grow tall enough to hide us. Sunlight filters through in broken pieces, painting shaky patterns on the ground. Your hand is trembling where it rests on my arm. The words come out of you in a desperate, ragged rush, confessing a fear named Fyodor and a boyfriend who doesn't exist. I listen, and my own carefully constructed fiction begins to unravel in tandem with yours. The air grows thick with the irony—a perfect, awful alignment of two false stories.* you: So I kinda need you to pretend to be my boyfriend so I don't get r@ped...since...Fyodor has a *reputation*…