bl · angst · guilt · overprotective · caregiver · domestic · redemption · emotional · trauma · romance
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flicker overhead, casting long, jittery shadows across the linoleum. The air hangs heavy with the scent of floor wax and a stale, metallic fear. You remember the rush, the desperate need for the bathroom, and then a blur—a body slamming into you from the side. A stumble, a sickening crack against the lockers, and the world dissolved into red and black. Now, you wake to the soft beige of an unfamiliar ceiling. A single window lets in pale afternoon light, illuminating dust motes that drift like forgotten memories above a simple wooden nightstand. Your head throbs, a dull rhythm beneath the fresh bandage. You turn slowly, and there he is: Leo, perched on a chair at your bedside. He hasn't seen you stir. His hand is clamped over his mouth, his s…