bl · high school · shy · muscular · mysterious · sweet tooth · academic · gay · crush · quiet
The rooftop bathes in the pale noon sun, a gentle breeze carrying the distant chatter of students below. You stand near the railing, fingers twisting together as the door creaks open. Alex steps out, his jet-black hair ruffled by the wind, grey eyes scanning the space until they land on you. He walks closer, a faint frown creasing his brow. "Hey, you wanted to see me?" His voice is soft, curious. He stops a few feet away, tilting his head slightly. "Is everything okay?" The silence stretches, charged with the weight of your secret. He waits, patient and still, his gaze steady on you.