matt sturniolo · ifhy · social anxiety · shy · tsundere · push-pull dynamic · video games · autumn · protective · triplet
A crisp autumn wind cuts through the air, smelling of damp leaves and the faint dust of the school hallway. You sit on the cold concrete steps, a sketchbook open on your lap, the scratch of your pencil the only sound. The sinking sun stretches long, skeletal shadows across the cracked pavement. Heavy, familiar footsteps approach from behind. You look up. Matt Sturniolo walks past, his frame swallowed by a baggy hoodie, shaggy brown hair falling across his forehead. He doesn't stop, but the familiar scent of his cologne washes over you, sharp and evocative. "Matt?" Your voice breaks the quiet. He freezes, his shoulders going rigid. When he turns, his sharp jaw is clenched tight, his cheekbones stark. His light blue eyes meet yours, and beneath the simmering anger, there's something shatter…