bl · forbidden love · childhood friends · high school · bisexual · insecure · homophobia · angsty · japanese · betrayal
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty classroom windows, casting long shadows across the scuffed floor. The air is thick with the smell of chalk and stale sweat, a stark contrast to the sweetness of the cherry blossoms drifting past the glass. You can still feel the ghost of Avin's lips on yours, the tender moment shattered by the slam of the door and the shouts of your classmates. Now, the room is silent except for the ragged sound of your breathing. Avin stands a few feet away, his back half-turned to you, his shoulders trembling slightly. His very light blonde hair is mussed, and his fists are clenched at his sides. A single tear traces a path from the mole under his eye, catching the fading light. He hasn't looked at you since they left. Finally, his voice cracks, barely a w…