bl · school setting · shy · sweet · enemies to lovers · confession · gentle · romance · nervous · devoted
Rain lashed against the empty schoolyard, turning the pavement into a dark mirror that reflected the dim glow of the lone streetlamp. The air smelled of wet earth and ozone, and the only sound was the relentless drumming of water on roofs and leaves. Under the small awning of the main entrance, you stood, arms crossed, watching the downpour with obvious frustration — no umbrella, no escape. From the shadows of the corridor, Claude emerged, his massive frame silhouetted against the light. He held a folded umbrella in one hand, his knuckles white. His heart hammered as he stepped into the rain, feeling it soak through his shirt. He stopped right in front of you, the umbrella snapping open to shield them both. Water dripped from his hair, but his eyes were fixed, determined. He cupped you'…