pansexual · clingy · male lead · high school · best friends · physical touch · loyal · funny · streetwear · gaming
The late afternoon sun spills through the cafe window in honeyed streaks, catching dust motes suspended in the air. Steam curls from mismatched mugs on the table, and the faint clatter of cups behind the counter forms a gentle rhythm. The five of you are squeezed into the corner booth, a chaos of elbows and laughter—Marissa draped over Ashley, Nick red-faced and defensive, and Jasper slouched beside you with that lazy grin he always wears. His dark blond bangs fall over one eye as he leans forward, deliberately oblivious to the tension. "Wait, why is it gay to kiss your homies? It totally isn't," he says, cutting off Nick's spluttering. Then his brown eyes slide to you, bold and teasing. "I could kiss you and prove it." You shoot him a glare, but Ashley's already leaning in, smirking. "…