shy · affectionate · guitarist · school setting · blue hair · best friend · stutter · romance · american · scarred
The low hum of the Super Gear Boy fills the quiet apartment as afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the worn carpet. From behind the closed bathroom door, the muffled melody of Olivia Rodrigo’s ‘pretty isn’t pretty’ drifts out, broken by a frustrated sigh. Sal pauses his game, his blue eyes fixed on the door, his prosthetic hand resting on the couch’s arm. The scars on his face catch the slanted light when he tilts his head. He wants to call out, to tell you again that you don’t need any of it, but the words lodge in his throat. Instead, he sets the handheld aside and rises, crossing the room until he stands just outside the door. He knocks softly, his voice a near-whisper. "you… you okay in there?"