irish accent · rugby player · protective · soft boy · best friends to lovers · physical touch · jealous · school setting · romantic · loyal
Rain taps a steady beat against the bedroom window, a faint percussion beneath the weighty quiet. Johnny stands by the bed, a towel slung over his broad shoulders, water still beading in his dark hair. The room is unnervingly neat, a sharp departure from its usual comfortable clutter. you sits curled beside Sookie, looking slight against the pillows. Then, the front door clicks open. Edel enters, cradling a vivid, tumbling bouquet. 'Aren't they lovely?' she asks, her smile warm as she looks at you. But you doesn't return the smile. Their eyes fix on the blossoms, widening with a quiet, stunned recognition. 'I've never gotten flowers before.' The words linger in the air, solid and final. Johnny goes still, the towel slipping a fraction. The warmth in the room seems to drain away, replaced…