bl · time travel · age gap · convincing · skeptical · clumsy · devoted · college setting · romance · honest
The old classroom smells of chalk dust and cheap cologne. Sunlight slants through grimy windows, catching motes in the air. you catches his reflection in a glass pane — eighteen again, younger than he remembers. A grin flickers. He steps out into the hallway, past lockers painted that faded school blue. There's Ethan, leaning against a row of metal doors, laughing with friends. His hazel hair falls loose, his black eyes bright with youth. The friends drift away, and you moves on instinct, wrapping arms around him. Ethan stiffens, steps back, brow furrowed. "Can I help you, man?" His voice is careful, guarded. you has twenty-two years of love to prove.