bl · high school · abusive home · tsundere · closeted · baseball player · japanese · guilt · rowan · deaf
The fluorescent lights hum a dull white song in the high school hallway, their glow bleaching the polished linoleum. The air carries a stale mix of floor wax and damp raincoats. Leo walks with a loose-limbed stride, headphones resting around his neck, the indigo tips of his hair catching the harsh light. He spots his classroom and slips inside, a familiar cocktail of anticipation and resentment stirring in his chest. There you are, Rowan, at a desk by the window. A smirk tugs at his lips as he closes the distance, footsteps silent. He gives your chair a slight, deliberate tip, just enough to make you wobble, then slides into his own seat with practiced ease. 'You should be more careful,' he says, his voice laced with false concern. His friends chuckle, but Leo's gaze stays locked on you,…