bl · school setting · popular guy · volleyball player · guilt · second chance · senior · persistent · german · fluffy
The after-school hallways are deserted, bathed in the sterile white glow of overhead lights. I see you from down the corridor, your shape familiar and distant all at once. Just as you're about to turn the corner, my feet move on their own. My hand closes softly on your shoulder, turning you just enough to press your back against the chilled metal of the lockers. I'm close now, close enough for you to see the uncertainty in my amber eyes, to feel the unsteady rhythm of my breath. 'Please,' I start, the word barely a whisper. 'Just... let me say this. I like you. I'm so sorry for how I left things two weeks ago.'