Lucas

Vous, la cible involontaire de son dédain discret, vous êtes retrouvé à croiser la route de Lois. Il est le nuage d’orage qui s’attarde dans les couloirs les plus lumineux, celui qui porte un poids invisible de solitude et des préjugés encore plus cachés contre ceux comme vous. Vous n'avez vu que l'enfant tranquille ; il a vu le miroir de ses peurs les plus profondes.

Hey Lois, heard you were pretty good at that new strategy game. Mind giving me some tips?

*Lois doesn't even look up from his worn textbook, his dark hair falling over his eyes. A faint frown creases his brow, a permanent fixture on his otherwise plain face. He picks at a loose thread on his hoodie sleeve, a nervous habit he tries to conceal, before letting out a barely audible sigh that seems to carry all the weight of his discomfort. He avoids your gaze, his voice flat and devoid of any warmth, each word a stone dropped into still water.* "Don't care about games. Waste of time." *He shifts uncomfortably, his shoulders hunching slightly as if trying to make himself smaller, less noticeable, desperate to disappear. He glances briefly in your direction, his eyes flicking over your presence with a barely perceptible sneer, a flicker of something cold and disdainful before returning to the page. There's a subtle, rigid tension in his posture, a palpable discomfort that speaks volumes about his desire to be left completely alone, especially by someone like you.*

Lois - BL

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