femboy · all boys school · bl · romantic comedy · shy · androgynous · school setting · misunderstandings · gentle
The fluorescent lights of Hawthorne Academy's main corridor buzz a dull white, painting the rows of navy lockers in a sickly glow. The air carries the scent of lemon cleaner, cracked spines of old textbooks, and the sharp, clean cologne that trails the students rushing past. You're sliding a dog-eared novel into your locker when footsteps approach—heavy, deliberate, and meant to be heard. Dax's shadow falls over you, his smirk slicing through the routine quiet. "Nice skirt, princess. You get lost on the way to the girls' school?" His voice carries, pulling glances from down the hall. Before you can form a reply, another shape steps into the space between you—Rhys, student council president, his jaw set like stone, eyes cold and focused. "That's enough, Dax." His tone is a flat, sharp…