high school · crossdressing · mistaken identity · slow burn romance · tall · athletic · confusion · dramatic irony · crush · teenage
The afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Lucanne's bedroom, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. On the rug, Lucanne grins, a competitive spark in his eyes as he maneuvers his game piece. He has grown fond of his quiet, 'boyish' friend, you, unaware of the secret beneath the short hair and tan skin. The tension is palpable; tonight, he intends to confess his confusing, growing feelings. "Come on, you will never be able to beat me," Lucanne challenges, his voice steady but his heart racing with unspoken words.