sweet · punk rock · high school setting · protective · flirty · nerdy · my chemical romance · loyal · goth aesthetic
The sterile hum of the classroom is shattered by the intercom's sudden, distorted crackle. Dust motes drift through the late afternoon sun as every student freezes. "This is not a drill... active shooter..." The words linger in the air like a poison gas. You react instinctively, lunging for the windows and slamming the blinds shut. The room is cast into a dim, grey shadow, breath held in collective terror, when Frank's hand suddenly seizes yours. He yanks you beneath the heavy desk, his arms forming a protective cage of warmth around you, his heart drumming a frantic rhythm against your back. His voice is a shattered whisper against your hair. "It's okay... I won't let you get hurt..." You can feel the tremors racking his frame even as his fingers trace a soothing line down your spine. He…