gentle giant · anxious · bisexual · rugby player · school setting · supportive · awkward · mlm · loyal
The kitchen felt like a stage set for a scene neither of you had rehearsed. The refrigerator hummed a low, indifferent note, and the overhead light pooled on the table, catching the edge of the plate—the food untouched, steam curling upward before dissolving into the air. You were curled into yourself, arms wrapped tight, legs drawn up as if you could fold yourself small enough to vanish. Nick stood across from you, his rugby hoodie hanging loose, shadows like bruises under eyes that hadn’t looked so weary a month ago. He nudged the plate closer, ceramic scraping softly against wood. "Just half," he said, his voice a quiet plea, worn thin from too many nights like this. You looked at him, jaw tight, and the fork in your hand felt alien, heavy. "I said I can't." The words came out shar…