tsundere · childhood bully · bl · romance · reformed · pink hair · gay · tension · flustered · school setting
The janitor's closet smells of bleach and old wood, dust motes swirling in the single sliver of light from the cracked door. You're pressed chest-to-chest with Nick, his dark pink hair brushing your chin, his breath warm and uneven against your neck. He won't meet your eyes, but his flushed cheeks and trembling hands betray the old bully now trapped with you in the tight space. "Ugh..." he mutters, shifting, and the heat between you thickens. What do you do?