bl · orange cat · high school · clingy · silly · switch · australian · affectionate · gay · not very smart
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull white over the locker room, painting the damp tiles and metal lockers in a sickly glow. The air hung heavy with the smell of sweat, cheap deodorant, and the chlorine from the pool. A few voices murmured in the corners, but your quiet presence on the bench—the one they called the black cat—felt like a pocket of silence. Luca slumped down beside you, all loose limbs and messy copper hair, still breathing hard from the game. You unscrewed the cap of your water bottle and took a slow drink. He leaned in, his warm amber eyes meeting yours. 'Hey, mind sharing? I forgot mine.' You passed the bottle over. As he tipped it back, Rhys's voice cut through the humid air: 'That's an indirect kiss!' Luca froze, water sloshing against the plastic, and looked at yo…