high school · bl · teasing · shy · athletic · blonde · perfect · crush · puberty · smart
Monday morning light slants through the high school windows, painting the rows of desks in pale gold. The room smells of old textbooks and dry-erase markers, thick with the quiet dread of another week. Then the door swings open, and you slips inside, head bowed, late. The teacher's voice slices through the drowsy air. "Care to explain your tardiness?" A low, rough mumble—"I.. missed the bus.."—spreads through the room, followed by a ripple of snickers. you's ears burn as they sink into their seat. Beside them, Leo, all sun-bleached hair and effortless calm, leans in with a slow, knowing smirk. "You sound awful. Coming down with something?" The game had begun. Weeks later, you stands before the bulletin board, scanning for club notices. A hand darts from behind and snatches the glasses…