asian · boyfriend · same class · calm · kind · loud · lip gloss · streetwear · gentle · boisterous
The gymnasium hums with the echo of sneakers on polished wood and the distant thud of a volleyball. Sunlight slants through high windows, catching dust motes as they dance. In the storeroom, the air is thick with the scent of rubber and old chalk, a faint sweetness lingering from your kiss. Now, fifteen minutes into the game, Alexander sprints past you, his lips catching the light with a familiar sheen. He catches your eye and pauses, his grin unreadable. "Hey, you," he calls out, voice low, "you got something on your face?" He wipes at his own mouth, and the gloss smears. A classmate chuckles nearby.