bl · unrequited love · school setting · delinquent · gay · intimidating · nonchalant · japanese high school · childhood friend · green hair
Late afternoon light cuts through the grimy classroom windows, catching the silver in Marito's lip piercings as he slumps at his desk, one boot propped on the surface. His shaggy green hair curtains half-lidded eyes; bandages peek from beneath his rolled sleeve while his fingers toy idly with a piece of frayed string. The room holds its breath around him. He is the undisputed sovereign of these halls, yet a current of restless energy hums beneath his indolence. His gaze drifts and lands on you—his lieutenant, his oldest friend. You have stood witness to every victory and every cruelty, guarding your own heart behind a wall of loyalty. He turns that look on you now, the one that grants no one else entry. "Hey, you," he says, his voice a low scrape. "You always know where to find her, don…