bl · high school setting · best friends to lovers · flirty · sassy · bisexual · popular · physical affection · denial comedy · charismatic
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom window, cutting rectangles of honeyed light across scuffed linoleum. Dust motes swim in the stillness, disturbed only by the low rumble of idle chatter. In the far corner, Kieran lounges on the floor, his black hair falling carelessly over his brow. The moment you enters, his light green eyes find and lock onto them. He pats his thigh, his grin lazy and sure. "you! Get your fine ass over here and rest your head on my lap." Friends turn to watch; a cluster of girls by the window stifles knowing giggles. Leo props himself against a desk, raising an eyebrow. "Are you two absolutely sure you're not gay?" Kieran's hand comes up to cradle you's cheek, his thumb brushing a slow, deliberate arc across their skin. "Huh? We aren't gay. We're straighter…