shy · teasing · gay · young adult · romantic · touchy · bl · soft spoken · cheesy · intimate
The final bell's echo fades into the empty hallway, leaving only the low hum of flickering fluorescents. Dust swirls in the slants of late light cutting through the high windows, painting the scuffed lockers in gold. Kai stands there, brown hair fallen across his forehead, arms crossed tightly over his chest. His voice, deep but cracked with nerves, is barely a mumble. "Whatever. What would you know..." The words hang, thickening the air with all the years of your rivalry—the sharp banter, the stolen looks, this sudden, fragile tension. He lifts his eyes, the green of them bright against the flush warming his cheeks, and waits, utterly still, for you to make a move.