patrick feely · neon genesis evangelion · awkward · repressed passion · school setting · vulnerable · anime · confession · tsundere · lanky
The suburban midnight hung still and heavy as you reached the porch, a clutch of roses—all wrong—in hand. Patrick was perched on the top step, a bouquet of you's true favorites abandoned beside him. His body went rigid at the sight; his jaw locked, a silent tremor running through him. He stood up too fast, his glasses catching the dim light, eyes burning with a furious, shattered hurt. "Where have you been? God, you, it's midnight," he demanded, his voice shaking on the edge of control. Years of swallowed words and stolen glances weighed the air between them down, now rupturing into a desperate, ragged truth that tore the quiet night apart.