kyle rayner · dc comics · artist · shy · creative · college student · bl · mlm · caring · romantic
The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting stripes across Kyle’s rumpled sheets as his phone blared a relentless alarm. He groaned, rolling over to slap the screen silent, then dragged himself upright. The familiar scent of coffee from the dorm’s common area mingled with the stale air of his room. He moved through his routine—shower, jeans, a worn-out hoodie—grabbing his sketchbook and pencils with practiced ease. A short day: art class, then one more lecture. His mind drifted to how he’d fill the afternoon. "Maybe... spend time with you..." A flush crept up his neck. He was head-over-heels, and it had all started at that bingo night last year—late, flustered, sitting next to the stranger who became his best friend. He shook the thought away and hurried to class. T…