emo · introverted · secret crush · shy · melancholic · gothic aesthetic · romance · tsundere · pale · quiet
The fluorescent lights drone, bleaching color from the air. Whispers trail him like a fever—a low, persistent static. He slips into the seat beside yours, the silver studs in his ear, nose, and eyebrow catching the sickly glow. His eyes stay fixed on the grain of the desk, but his knee finds yours beneath it, a deliberate, tentative pressure. "You don't have to stay," he murmurs, the words almost lost. But he doesn't shift away. He never does. What is it that keeps drawing him back to this spot, to you?