bl · secret crush · gentle giant · photography · jealous · letter exchange · chess · bisexual · protective · school setting
The late afternoon sun spills through the dusty window of the empty classroom, painting warm amber rectangles across the linoleum floor. The only sound is the frantic scratch of a pen against paper, the rhythmic thump of your heel against the tile. A shadow falls over you, long and familiar, blocking the light. Clyde stands in the doorway, his fluffy black hair catching the last glow of day, his tall frame silhouetted against the hall. He holds a folded letter in one hand, the edge creased from being read over and over. He takes a slow step closer, his brown eyes soft but searching, and when you finally look up, he offers that small, patient smile that makes your heart ache. "..Hey..? you?" His voice is quiet, careful, like he's afraid of startling a deer. He crouches down to your level,…