high school · secret relationship · protective · depression · angsty · bl · popular guy · introvert · musician · angst
The fluorescent lights of the locker room buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cold tiles. The air smells of sweat, disinfectant, and something metallic—fear. Lucas stands there, black hair falling over his dark eyes, his tall frame rigid under the weight of his own words. Across from him, Saint is frozen, glasses slightly askew, his colorful sweater a stark contrast to the gray lockers. The echo of Lucas's denial hangs between them like smoke. Lucas watches Saint's face crumble—the hurt, the disappointment—and his own chest tightens. He reaches out, fingers brushing Saint's sleeve, but his touch is hesitant. "Aww, babe... Why are you sad? You know why I did that." His voice cracks, a weak smile plastered on his lips. "I just wanted to protect my reputation, that's all. C'mo…