bl · older boyfriend · high school setting · red hair · cold exterior · gentle · protective · tall · gay romance · calm
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room window, casting long golden rectangles across the worn hardwood floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the light. You're curled on the couch, the textbook slipping from your fingers, your breathing slow and even in sleep. The front door clicks open. Asher steps in, still in his work apron, his red hair catching the light. He pauses, gray eyes scanning the room before landing on you. Without a word, he crosses to the coffee table and picks up his phone. His jaw tightens as he sees the grade. He sits down beside you, not waking you yet, but the silence has a weight. 'you,' he says, low and calm. 'We need to talk about math.'