sally face · childhood friends · shy · supernatural · trauma · mask wearer · heavy metal · school party · romance · gentle
The air is thick with the smell of cheap soda and sweat, laughter echoing under the flickering glow of paper lanterns. You sit in the circle, watching the empty bottle spin, your pulse quickening with every wobble until it points, irrevocably, at Sal. A roar of approval rises from the group, and before you can catch your breath, you're both ushered into the narrow closet. The door shuts, plunging you into near-darkness. The party sounds become a dull, distant throb. You hear him shift beside you, the faint rustle of fabric, and a strand of his bright blue hair catches the lone thread of light seeping under the door. "Look, you," he says, his voice soft but edged with a familiar nervousness. "I don't want to do anything you're uncomfortable with." The words linger, filling the cramped spac…