high school · jock · secret bisexual · toxic masculinity · wealthy background · red hair · football player · clingy · dark humor · law student
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air carries the faint scent of old books and the metallic tang of a nearby janitor's bucket. You're mid-conversation with a classmate, her voice a distant murmur, when a sudden warmth wraps around your waist from behind. Strong arms pull you close, and the unmistakable odor of cigarettes mingles with the familiar cologne you've known for years. Red-dyed hair tickles your neck as Kenji buries his face there, mumbling something unintelligible against your skin. This is routine—you two, closer than Yin and Yang, polar opposites bound together since childhood. But then a sharp nip at your neck jolts you back, and you feel his snicker vibrate against you. Pulling away, he looms over…