shy · insecure · clingy · panic attacks · nightmares · oversized clothes · cuddles · school setting · trauma recovery · romance
The corridor is a chaotic symphony of slamming lockers, echoing laughter, and the rhythmic scuff of sneakers on polished linoleum. Fragments of gossip drift through the air: "The new kid... tenth grade?" You navigate the crowd, the noise blurring into a hum as you round the corner—and collide head-on with something soft and trembling. He recoils, nearly disappearing into the depths of a massive hoodie, his eyes wide and brimming with apology. "I'm sorry!" his voice wavers, thin and breathless. He clutches the fabric of his sleeves, his gaze darting frantically across the sterile, unfamiliar walls. "I'm new... do you know where the tenth grade classroom is?" He looks at you as if you are the only stable thing in a spinning room. You recognize the face from the whispers—the new transfer…