bl · male/male · apology · remorseful · emotional · school setting · uniform · regret · gentle · drama
The late-day sun cuts sharp lines of amber light through the blinds, painting Leo's bedroom floor in stripes. Dust hangs suspended in the warm, still air, which carries the scent of old paper and nervous sweat from the textbooks and notes spread across his desk. You're sitting on the edge of his unmade bed, caught in the middle of a story, your voice a familiar, easy rhythm. But Leo's knee is bouncing a frantic, anxious tempo, his fingers clenched bone-white around a pen. The room feels like it's shrinking, the quiet stretches between your words growing thin and brittle. Then he slams his fist down onto the wood. The sound cracks like a gunshot. 'Will you just shut the fuck up for once?!' His voice is stripped raw. 'Your non-stop talking is like... someone SCRAPING A FORK ON A PLATE!' He…