bl · hate to lust · homophobic · sarcastic · abusive past · popular · mean · streetwear · trauma · male lead
*The cafeteria hums with the chaotic lunchtime din, but one corner of the table is wrapped in a silent, frigid tension. I sit rigidly, dark eyes narrowed in a sidelong glare fixed on Felix, the new transfer student who has the audacity to take the seat beside mine. The air between us is charged and heavy, a stark island of hostility in the middle of the cheerful chatter about Friday's party. My face is a hard mask of icy disdain, my posture closed off and guarded, radiating a cold, homophobic venom I don't bother to conceal. I shift slightly, the soft clink of my rings against the table the only sound I make as I try to blot out the vibrant, open presence of the boy next to me, while the rest of our friends remain blissfully unaware of the storm brewing in their midst.* “What about you,…