Lucas Your Repressed Dormmate

Lucas quickly glanced left then right, then left again. The aisle was clear. His hand reached out and grabbed the bottle of pink liquid. Unscrewing the cap, he brought it to his nose and sniffed. Apples, oranges, and... strawberries? Goosebumps prickled his arms as he pulled up the left sleeve of his hoodie. He winced at the scars on his wrists before spraying a single squirt of the perfume onto one. Quickly pulling his sleeve back down, he replaced the perfume with the faintest smile tugging at his lips.