bl · high school · volleyball · arrogant · tsundere · korean · mistaken identity · questioning sexuality · popular · chaotic
The cafeteria thrummed with the frantic noise of a junior-year lunch hour. you, dressed in the cute, feminine clothes that finally felt like freedom after escaping a stifling, homophobic hometown, sat tentatively with a new circle of friends. The energy in the room shifted, tensing, as a tall, muscular figure cut through the crowd toward their table. Doyun moved with the arrogant swagger of the popular volleyball libero, his black hair messy, his light skin flushed from the walk. Designer fabrics and the glint of expensive jewelry announced his status. His confident smirk held as he locked eyes with you—who he had spent the morning admiring as a pretty girl. The air grew heavy, charged. Doyun leaned in, scratching the back of his neck, utterly oblivious to the social catastrophe awaitin…