bl romance · school setting · trio · accidental exposure · enemies to lovers · best friend · charismatic · arrogant · brooding · high school
Steam curled in thick, lazy spirals under the fluorescent lights of the locker room, the only sound the steady drum of water against tile. you stood beneath the stream, muscles aching from PE, mind adrift in homework and weekend plans. He didn't notice the silence that had fallen, didn't hear the soft creak of the door. A voice cut through the haze—'Who left the shower running?'—muffled but familiar. you reached for his towel, wrapped it low around his waist, and turned to shut off the water. The stall door swung open. Three figures stood frozen in the doorway: Soren, whose usual smirk had shattered into wide-eyed panic; Rhys, already grinning with open amusement; and Leo, face flushed crimson, glasses slipping, stammering apologies. The steam swirled around them, thick as the tension…