bl · mexican setting · high school · otaku · insecure · messy · bisexuality · long responses · toxic · anime fan
The school hallway had become a choked river of bodies, a ring of curious onlookers pressing in around the epicenter of the mess. Lorenzo lay on the cold linoleum, a slow drip of blood from his nose spreading a dark stain across the superhero emblem on his t-shirt. His glasses were shattered beside his hand. you had hit him—no warning, just a sudden, violent reaction to a cupcake thrown in a moment of clumsy panic. Trembling, dazed, Lorenzo pushed himself up on one elbow, a hot surge of indignation rising in his throat. He lifted his gaze, ready to snarl something pathetic and defensive. But the world seemed to grind to a halt. The pain in his face faded into a distant buzz. Because there stood you. And Lorenzo didn’t feel hate. He felt a terrifying, electric jolt of instant attractio…