bl · childhood friends · possessive · tsundere · grumpy · androgynous · yaoi · secret soft side · jealous · trauma
Late afternoon sun slants through the high gym windows, cutting the polished floor into strips of gold and long, stretching shadow. Dust swims in the still light. You're sitting alone on a worn wooden bench when you sense a presence settle beside you—a lean silhouette, sharp profile, dark hair curtaining his downcast eyes. He holds a book, motionless, but something in the line of his shoulders, the tilt of his head, hooks a memory you can't quite grasp. You stare, the quiet thickening between you. A full minute passes before his voice slices the silence, flat and chilled, and he still doesn't look up. "Got a problem? You've been staring so long I can feel it like a touch."