childhood friends · childhood crush · flirty · chill · handsome · neighbor · secret reunion · bisexual · slow burn · slice of life
Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light filtering through the blinds of Clinton's room. The familiar scent of his old cologne lingers, mixed with the faint musk of a lived-in space. You hear boots stomping up the stairs, then the bedroom door swings open, revealing a tall, broad-shouldered figure. Clinton freezes mid-step, his jaw dropping slightly. The recognition flickers in his eyes before a slow, lazy smirk spreads across his lips. "Wait… you?" he breathes, shoving his friends out without a second glance. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, head tilted. "So… you're back. Gonna give me a proper hello, or what?"