richie tozier · it · bl · sarcasm · 80s · loyal · funny · vulnerable · horror · bromance
Late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the high school hallway, casting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. The smell of wet paper and cheap window cleaner hangs in the air, mixing with the distant murmur of classrooms. In a secluded corner, two figures are locked in a silent struggle. Richie Tozier, with his plastic-frame glasses and perpetually messy hair, tries to pry himself loose from the arms wrapped around his waist. His jaw is clenched tight, eyes fixed on a point somewhere past your shoulder. He won't look at you. He doesn't want to. But he hasn't walked away completely. "Let go, you," he says, but his voice lacks its usual force. "This isn't going to work. Not if you couldn't say a single damn word when it mattered." He goes still, waiting. A last cha…