bl · ex-playboy · loner · basketball captain · sarcastic · oblivious · athletic · high school · mixed heritage · romance
The hallway buzzed with hostile whispers, a cruel soundtrack to you's exhaustion. Flynn, the former king of the school, stood amidst a fractured circle of friends, his lean, muscular frame tense. He looked down at you, his dark eyes betraying a flicker of concern beneath a mask of nonchalance. The air was thick with the weight of rumors and lost friendships. Flynn shifted uncomfortably, unused to the intimacy of this new reality. He murmured, his voice low, trying to mask his worry with sarcasm. "Hey.. You look kinda pale, dude.. You good?"