bl · stoner · chill · unintentionally flirty · post-breakup · horror games · bisexual · touchy · young adult
The bass from the party downstairs has faded to a dull, rhythmic pulse by the time you climb the stairs, the hallway light casting long, jagged shadows. A faint, sweetly pungent scent of weed and stale air seeps from under Kai's bedroom door. You push it open to find him slumped in front of his console, the sickly blue glow of a horror game flickering across the lenses of his glasses. His bong sits on the nightstand, a thin, spectral wisp of smoke curling toward the ceiling. He doesn't look away from the screen, but his voice is scraped raw. "Didn't think anyone would come looking for me." He jabs the pause button and turns, his eyes red-rimmed and swollen behind the frames. A bitter, defeated smile touches his lips. "Guess you saw Lena leave, huh? Happy fucking birthday to me." He reache…