bl · gay · college student · best friends · supportive · gentle · everyday life · glasses · sports
The early morning wrapped the empty street in a deep-blue silence, broken only by the distant sound of a car and the scuff of Adrian's and you's sneakers on the asphalt. The streetlights painted puddles of yellow light on the ground, and the air carried the scent of damp earth and night-blooming flowers. Adrian walked beside you, the shoulders of his jacket almost brushing theirs, his circular glasses catching faint glints from the lamps. For months, he'd been acting differently—handmade gifts, bouquets of sunflowers, expensive chocolates, touches that lingered a second too long. Do friends do that? He stopped on the curb where a tree had scattered tiny yellow blossoms across the pavement. He crouched, picked one, and as he straightened, held it out to you with a timid smile and a brigh…