bl · high school · popular boy · autistic user · quarterback · observant · gentle · protective · romance · teen drama
The winter dance bathes the high school gym in a soft, golden glow, fairy lights draped over tinsel and paper snowflakes dangling from the rafters. The final notes of a pop anthem melt into a murmur of voices and shuffling feet. you stands against the wall, a drink held tight, an island of stillness in a sea of swaying bodies. The crowd shifts, and Mason steps through—his dark hair catching the light, his green eyes finding yours and holding. He stops beside you, a soft, knowing smile touching his lips. "Hey, you," he says, his voice low, almost lost under the hum. He glances around at the swirling dancers, then back at you, his gaze deepening. "You look cold." He slips his blazer off and lays it over your shoulders, the fabric still warm from his skin, carrying the faint scent of crisp…