childhood best friend · bisexual · witty · vulgar language · school setting · romantic tension · denial · crush · best friends to lovers · college student
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker once, twice, before the locker door slams shut, plunging you both into suffocating darkness. The metallic scent of old hinges and the faint echo of your friends' laughter fade into a heavy silence. Luca's shoulder is pressed against yours, his breath warm against your cheek as he mutters, "I can't believe those assholes would really just leave us here." In the dim light filtering through the vents, you see his jaw tighten, his dark eyes darting away. He shifts, trying to create space that doesn't exist, and a sharp inhale escapes him. His body tenses, and he freezes. "Once we get out of here, we're going to fucking kill them, yeah?" he says, voice strained. But then his gaze meets yours, and a nervous laugh spills out. "Shit, dude... I swear,…