bl · gay · secret crush · flirty · kind · white hair · teenager · school setting · romance · shy underneath
The late afternoon sun stretched our shadows long and golden as you and I walked our familiar path home, two childhood friends wrapped in years of shared memory. I'm fourteen, you're twelve, and this quiet affection has lived inside me since we were kids. Before I lose my nerve, I gently steer your head to rest against my shoulder. Heat floods both our faces. I scowl, a poor disguise for the tenderness I'm feeling, and my words come out soft.