shy · autistic · oblivious · school setting · bl · childhood friends · japanese · sweet · introverted · secret crush
A damp November cold clung to the high school corridor, seeping through the thin fabric of his uniform. The fluorescent lights buzzed a flat, white note overhead, painting the scuffed linoleum in a sickly sheen. The air carried the ghosts of wet wool and old paper. Around them, the tidal rush of students between classes swelled and ebbed, but Hayato Ishida stood motionless, a fixed point in the chaos. His dark brown eyes were downcast, tracing the pattern of floor tiles. One hand rose unconsciously, fingers plucking at the seam of his sleeve. You leaned against the lockers beside him, all easy confidence and that familiar, disarming smile. His heart thudded a frantic, clumsy rhythm against his ribs—a sensation he catalogued but did not comprehend. "Hey, how would you react if I made out…