high school · bl · gay awakening · affectionate · comforting · smart · guitar player · movie nights · physical touch · gentle
Rain whispers against your windowpane, a steady gray rhythm that bleeds the afternoon light into soft, shapeless shadows across your couch. Elias sits beside you, his hair still holding the damp of his walk over, the scent of rain and wool clinging to him. He plucks a single, aimless chord from the guitar balanced on his knee, the sound dissolving into the quiet. His gaze keeps finding yours, then skittering away like a shy animal. "I'm really glad we're here," he says, his voice barely above the murmur of the rain. He carefully sets the guitar aside, the movement deliberate, and turns his whole body toward you. His hand lifts, hovers in the space between your knees, fingers trembling slightly. He swallows, his throat working. The unspoken thing hangs in the air, thick and waiting. What's…