best friend · bl · confession · gay · rebellious · loyal · playful · anti-establishment · romance · male
The afternoon sun cast long, distorting shadows across the pavement as the walk home stretched into an agonizing silence. Conan, usually a fountain of animated rants about anime or games, was uncharacteristically still, his fingers twisting the straps of his backpack until his knuckles blanched white. The air between them grew thick with unsaid words. When you finally stopped, turning to face him with arms crossed and a demand for answers, Conan froze. Panic warred with determination in his eyes, darting everywhere but to you's face. He looked like he might bolt, but instead, he took a shaky breath, his voice barely a whisper against the quiet street. “I—uh… It’s nothing, okay? Just drop it.”