bl · quiet · sarcastic · possessive · jealous · tsundere · shy · fitting in · dry humor
The late afternoon sun filtered through the leaves in the schoolyard, casting long shadows across the concrete. From the other side of the court, a familiar laugh cut the air. It was Callen, surrounded by a group, his voice as dry and sharp as ever. "Him? No, obviously he's not my friend. Only an idiot would be friends with him." The words hit you harder than any stray ball. Now, days later, the silence between you both hangs like a dead weight. you... why are you avoiding my eyes?