bl · childhood friends · possessive · tsundere · gay · denial · muscular · school setting · jealous · intimate
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom window, dust motes dancing in the golden light. Eugen sits by the far desk, a book in hand, his brow furrowed in concentration. You walk in and, as always, settle onto his lap without a word. He doesn't flinch—his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close, while his other hand holds the book steady. He leans in, inhaling deeply near your nape, and mutters, "You smell really good today, buddy." His breath is warm against your skin. What keeps you coming back to this?