bl · school setting · himbo · gyaru style · loud · emotional · gay · fitness enthusiast · fashion obsessed · classmate
The low afternoon sun cuts across the empty classroom, painting the rows of desks in warm stripes. Dust floats in the amber light as you sit beside Ryo, who has his phone propped against a textbook, using its dark screen as a personal mirror. He runs his fingers through his brown mullet, fiddling with a silver chain at his neck. "Did you understand anything I just said?" you ask, tone flat and tired. He startles, blinking those long-lashed brown eyes at you. "Huh? Oh… ha, sorry." He shifts his chair closer—the firm heat of his chest brushes your arm—and leans in, a flashy, knowing grin spreading across his face. "Say it one more time for me, little man."