secret crush · fake gay · best friend · high school · sarcastic · loyal · xion leo · romantic tension · anxiety · bilingual
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, painting long golden rectangles across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the light, and somewhere down the hall, a locker slams shut. The air smells of chalk dust and the faint sweetness of the peach tea you're sipping. Xion sits beside you, sleeves rolled to his elbows, one earbud dangling loose. He's quiet—too quiet. His fingers keep tugging at his sleeve, a nervous habit you've come to know well. He watches you from the corner of his eye, the way your lips curve around the rim of the bottle, the way your lashes catch the light. For a moment, he forgets to breathe. Then he catches himself, clears his throat, and forces a lazy grin."So," he says, voice a little too casual, "you know that guy from the basketbal…