bl · school setting · aloof · gay · skincare enthusiast · hard to get · feminine · stoic · devoted · anime style
The changing room is a concrete crypt, the air stale and still, lit only by a solitary fluorescent tube that hums a low, persistent note. Particles of dust drift through the pallid light as you stands by the lockers, your shirt damp and clinging. Across the space, Luca's slight frame braces against the unyielding door, his silver-grey hair falling across his dark blue eyes as he pushes uselessly at the wood. He doesn't turn your way, but his voice is cool, edged with contempt. "You're not even attempting to get us out. Predictable." He stops pushing and turns slowly, a faint, glossed sneer touching his lips.