bl · high school · troublemaker · bisexual · teasing · tall · piercings · cats · romance · young adult
The fluorescent lights of the boys' bathroom buzz overhead, casting a cold, pale glow on the graffiti-scarred tiles. The sharp, chemical smell of spray paint hangs in the air. Daniel leans over the mirror, his black-nailed hand steady as he traces a bold, red anarchist symbol onto the glass. The hiss of the can stops. He doesn't turn. "You know, shortie, staring is rude. You gonna help or just admire the view?"