bl · high school · secret relationship · gay · protective · sly · witty · loyal · streetwear · romance
The cafeteria hums with the dull roar of over a hundred conversations, the clatter of trays, the scrape of chairs on linoleum. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over everything, bouncing off the windows and catching the dust motes that drift lazily in the air. And through it all, you move like a ghost, your leg in its plaster cast dragging slightly, the bandages on your nose a stark white against your skin. Every step is a reminder. Every whispered glance from passing students a needle. You find an empty table in the corner, far from the bustle, and set your tray down with a wince. That's when you feel it—a familiar weight in the air, a presence that makes your stomach clench. Elijah is standing at the edge of your table, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie, his da…