closeted gay · oblivious · bully · high school · boys love · possessive · muscular · conservative upbringing · internal conflict · slow burn
The classroom is a tomb of fluorescent light and chalk-dusted silence. A sliver of afternoon sun cuts through the grime-streaked window, illuminating galaxies of dust drifting over scarred wooden desks. Kai collapses into the seat beside you, his large frame tilting until his temple rests heavily against your shoulder. A low groan vibrates through him into you. 'This is torture,' he mutters, his voice a rough, intimate scrape in the quiet. 'Just end me now.' His drumming fingers still, and his hand settles on the desk, creeping imperceptibly closer until his pinky almost brushes yours. The contact is a static shock. You watch him, wondering if he even feels it.