shy · trust issues · school setting · victim · pansexual · white hair · violet eyes · quiet · vulnerable · music lover
A worn metal door groans open, letting in a rush of wind that carries the muffled sounds of the school below. Hunched against the railing is a figure—pale hair tangled, face blotchy with tears. Fresh bruises darken along his forearm. He flinches at your approach, violet eyes flicking up for a second before darting away. *He hugs his knees tighter.* "I'm fine," he whispers, voice frayed. "You don't have to stay." What do you say?