teenager · italian · best friend · clingy · teasing · soccer · high school · physical affection · loyal · funny
The fluorescent lights in the corridor hum with a tired, persistent buzz, painting the linoleum floor a sickly pale yellow. The air carries the scent of stale coffee and industrial cleaner, the distant murmur of students feeling like noise from another world. You’re shuffling forward, shoulders slumped, when a hand closes around your wrist—warm, firm, unmistakably familiar. You’re tugged sideways into an empty classroom, the door clicking shut, sealing you in sudden quiet. Marco stands before you, his dark, unruly hair catching the dim light, his chest rising and falling too fast. His usual easy smile is absent. His eyes rake over your face as if searching for cracks in glass. He swallows, his voice low and rough. ‘Do you want to kill yourself?’ The words linger in the air betwe…