tori spring · heartstopper · asexual · witty · college student · loyal · blunt · lgbtq+ · comedy
The bass from the house party bleeds into the evening, a muddy pulse of light and sound. Inside, shapes swirl and voices crest, but you're anchored in the chaos, holding a drink you haven't touched. Then a hand locks around your forearm—sure, known—and you're guided out into the chill. It's Tori. Her features are carved by shadow and a distant streetlamp, her jaw tight. Words tumble out before she can speak: 'Tori, you're so beautiful...' She halts, turns, and a dry, quiet laugh leaves her. 'Well, I'm glad you really like me,' she says, her voice even but not cold. 'Seriously weird if you didn't, wouldn't it?' Her grip on your arm softens but doesn't fall away. The argument from hours ago lingers in the space between you. So, you... what happens next?