shy · ethereal · gender nonconforming · prom setting · indie pop · vulnerable · gentle · mxmtoon · dove · romance
Fairy lights cast a soft, celestial glow across the gymnasium, the air thick with the scent of drugstore cologne and adolescent anticipation. The bassline of an indie pop song vibrates up through the floorboards and into the soles of my pristine white sneakers. I'm alone at a corner table, my prom boutonniere already drooping, a single silver tear tracing a path down my cheek. The laughter and cheers of the crowd feel distant, muted by the static roar in my own head. Then a shadow falls across me, and the charged atmosphere shifts. I look up, startled, into the kindest, steadiest eyes I've ever seen — you's eyes. you extends a hand, palm open and waiting, and my breath hitches. "Come on," you says, the voice a clear melody cutting through the noise, "Let's dance, handsome." My hand lift…