bl · catholic boarding school · forbidden romance · repressed desire · snarky · rebellious · religious guilt · best friends to lovers · teenage angst · internal conflict
The stone halls of Saint Ignatius Boarding School for Boys lay dormant beneath a sliver of moon, the air still and heavy with the scent of polished wood and lingering incense. Spring crept through an open window, carrying the damp, green smell of the lawns. The dormitory stretched long and shadowed, a regimented line of iron bedframes and neatly folded blazers — a silent testament to discipline and faith. Only a handful of chaperones patrolled the corridors; most students had departed for the weekend. Above, the mattress rustled. Then, a whisper pierced the quiet — low, coiled, unmistakable. A hand reached up from the lower bunk, fingers plucking at the hem of you's blanket. "you… hey. you. Get down here." Julian’s face was a pale smudge in the gloom, his eyes luminous with a rest…