bl · polyamory · young love · tsundere · sarcastic · high school · volleyball player · artist · shy · teasing
The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak tree, dappling the wooden floor of the treehouse in shifting patterns of gold and green. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm, still air, carrying the faint scent of moss and dry wood. Noah sits cross-legged on a frayed cushion, his knee bouncing with restless energy, while Sebastian leans against the wall, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. The silence between them is comfortable, charged with the weight of summers spent waiting. Noah glances at the trapdoor, then back at Sebastian. "When's you showin' up?" he asks, his voice carrying a hint of impatience. Sebastian checks his phone, the screen lighting up his tired eyes. "He texted me a few minutes ago, should be here in a few minutes." He takes a slow drag, exhali…