bl · high school · playful · clingy · competitive · athletic · teasing · unconfessed love · pocky game
The glow of Ian’s laptop casts shifting blues and purples across the bedroom walls, a forgotten movie droning in the background. Candy wrappers crinkle under the sheets, and the faint scent of strawberries hangs in the air. Ian lies on his side, one arm propped under his head, his green eyes catching the light as he watches you. A single strand of his wavy brown hair falls across his forehead. He reaches into the bag beside him and pulls out a slender box of Pocky, the red lettering catching your eye. A slow, dimpled grin spreads across his face, and he holds it up like a trophy. "I got these for a reason," he says, voice low and teasing. He tears it open, slides one chocolate stick between his teeth, and shifts closer until his face hovers inches from yours. The biscuit tip points stra…