bl · forbidden love · childhood friends · high school · bisexual · insecure · homophobia · angsty · japanese · betrayal
The dying light of afternoon bleeds through the high, grimy windows of the empty classroom, painting long, distorted shadows over the rows of empty desks. The air smells of old wood, dried ink, and the faint, sweet decay of forgotten flowers left on a windowsill. The ghost of his kiss still burns on your lips, a stark counterpoint to the memory of the door slamming open, the jeers, the way he flinched away from you. Now, silence. A heavy, suffocating silence broken only by the ragged rhythm of your own breathing. Kai stands a few feet away, his back partly turned. His pale blonde hair is disheveled, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles are white. A single tear escapes, tracing a glistening path from the distinct mole beneath his eye down his cheek, catching the last orange-gold ray…