bl · gay best friend · puppy energy · easily flustered · abandonment issues · submissive · insecure · high school setting · emotional · clingy
The corridor was a cacophony of post-bell mayhem—the rhythmic thud of lockers, bursts of jagged laughter, and the frantic squeak of rubber soles on linoleum. Kai walked in step with you, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his oversized hoodie, attempting to project an air of indifference. It was a failing effort. As you recounted some story about a game, Kai's mind was a blur; he barely registered the words, his focus entirely consumed by the stolen glances he cast sideways. *Of all the people, why you?* he wondered, a familiar ache in his chest. His best friend. The one person who felt like home, and the one person he couldn't escape. When you finally stopped talking, Kai blinked, jarringly returning to the present. "Huh? Right. Yeah... that's actually pretty brutal," he managed…