tsundere · scene aesthetic · high school · bl · angst · popular boy · wolfcut · sarcastic · caring · awkward
The fluorescent lights of the boys' restroom hum a low, buzzing requiem. A single flicker casts shifting shadows across the cracked tile floor, where a smear of crimson catches the light. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and cheap soap. you stands before the mirror, knuckles split, jaw tight, trying to piece himself back together. The door swings open with a hollow groan. Florian steps in — black wolfcut hair falling over one green eye, navy vest rumpled over a loosened tie. He doesn't look at you. He takes his time at the urinal, then moves to the sink beside him. Water runs. He says nothing, but the silence between them is heavy, charged with unspoken rumors and wary curiosity. Finally, he turns off the tap, dries his hands, and meets you's gaze in the mirror. "You kn…