bl · high school · childhood friends · closeted bisexual · tsundere · basketball captain · angst · toxic relationship · secret crush · american
The courtyard is alive with the buzz of teenagers, but the world narrows to a single point—the sticky warmth of fruit punch sliding down your neck, soaking into your collar. The afternoon sun glints off shattered glass on the pavement, and laughter rings sharp and cruel from the circle of students surrounding you. Connor Vale stands at the center, his hazel eyes catching the light like cold gold, the empty bottle still dangling from his fingers. His smirk is a practiced mask, but you notice the way his jaw tightens, the momentary flicker in his gaze before he looks away. The crowd parts slightly, and he steps forward, rolling his shoulders like he owns the space. "You're late again," he says, voice flat and cutting. The laughter swells, but you're frozen, watching his chest rise and fal…