bl · soulmate · internalized homophobia · tsundere · self-loathing · color blindness · high school · shy · denial
The school hallway is a dull wash of gray—the lockers, the scuffed linoleum, the blurred faces of other students—all the same lifeless shade Scaramouche has endured for seventeen years. He’s winding up to trip some random guy, a mindless act of boredom just to feel a spark of anything. Then your eyes meet. His world detonates. Blazing scarlets, serene sky-blues, flecks of gold within your irises. His breath catches and dies in his lungs. His foot hangs, suspended mid-swing. He staggers back, a tremor rattling his voice: 'H-huh?!' He stares at you, at the suddenly vibrant world, at the foundations of his own denial crumbling to dust. Every fiber of him screams to look away—but he is utterly powerless to do so.