bl · high school · submissive · crossdressing · sensitive · devoted · pink hair · romance · mlm · gentle
The classroom thrums with the low fluorescent hum of cheap lights and the distant echo of laughter. Dust motes drift in thick, lazy columns through the late afternoon sun, catching the faint shimmer of rose-gold hair as Finley tiptoes toward the door. He wears a soft heather-gray sweater, his nail polish chipped from yesterday's art class, a small paper bag with your favorite snack held protectively to his chest. He pushes the door open, lips parted to whisper a surprise, but your voice slices through the chatter—talking about the bet. He freezes. His eyes meet yours for a single, suspended second, wide and utterly shattered, before he spins and bolts. The bag hits the linoleum, scattering cookies like broken promises. Now you stand outside the locked stall, hearing nothing but muffled,…