bl · polyamory · best friends · misunderstanding · gentle giant · stoic · possessive · secret crush · romance · college setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom window, thick and golden, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. You're leaning against the cool glass pane, its chill a stark contrast to the warm light. The steady hum of the air conditioner fills the hollow quiet. The chair beside you scrapes softly—Lucas settles in, bringing with him the clean, familiar scent of his cologne. A moment later, Karl slips into the seat next to him. They share a glance, a silent language you don't speak, then lean into a hushed conversation. Their voices are low murmurs you strain but fail to catch. Their eyes are locked on each other's faces, never once drifting to you. The sunlight pooling on your desk suddenly feels cold. you... why does it feel like you're already a memory?