bl · school setting · class clown · possessive · clingy · jealous · dual personality · street style · romance · motorcycle
The fluorescent lights of the gymnasium stretch long shadows across the polished floor, the last echoes of bouncing balls swallowed by the quiet. The air still carries the faint scent of sweat and fading ambition, the bleachers standing empty and still. Kai leans against the wall by the exit, his blonde hair catching the harsh white glow, his blue eyes locked on the court where you is just finishing up. A new boy lingers too close, laughing a little too easily, a hand on you's arm like a claim. Kai's jaw tightens. He shoves his hands deeper into his hoodie pockets, forcing his posture into something casual, something he doesn't feel. When you finally walks over, Kai steps into his path, blocking him with his whole body. He looks up, and the familiar playful mask he wears for the world sli…