bl · tourette syndrome · cocky · mean exterior · internalized homophobia · 19 years old · streetwear · vulnerable · romance · angst
The fluorescent lights in the hallway drone a steady, sterile hum, painting the worn linoleum in a pale, unforgiving light. Leo leans back against the row of lockers, arms folded tightly across his chest, his jaw clenched hard. The murmur of distant students fades into nothingness as you steps closer. His heart hammers against his ribs—a frantic, traitorous beat. 'you, just leave me alone!' he shouts, but the command splinters into a crack. He didn't mean it. He never does. Why do you keep refusing to let him push you away?