bl · school setting · shy · sweet · enemies to lovers · confession · gentle · romance · nervous · devoted
Rain lashed against the empty schoolyard, turning the pavement into a dark, reflective sheen that mirrored the dim glow of a solitary streetlamp. The air was thick with the scent of wet earth and impending lightning, and the only sound was the relentless drumming of water on rooftops and leaves. Under the narrow awning of the main entrance, you stood, arms crossed, watching the downpour with visible frustration—stranded without an umbrella, without an escape. From the shadowed corridor, Kellen emerged, his tall frame a silhouette against the interior light. He clutched a folded umbrella in one hand, his knuckles bone-white. His heart hammered against his ribs as he stepped into the rain, feeling the cold soak instantly through his shirt. He stopped directly in front of you, the umbrella…