teen romance · mlm · shy · gentle · loyal · high school setting · nervous habit · affectionate · gay · 17 years old
Late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, laying stripes of warm gold across the cluttered floor of Michael's room. A ceiling fan turns in a slow, lazy circle, stirring the thick, humid air but offering little relief. Two shirtless boys lie tangled together on the unmade bed — you curled securely in Michael's arms, his breathing deep and steady against your back. A soft knock sounds at the door. It swings open before either of you can move. "you, your mother just called me, you—" Michael's father halts mid-sentence. His eyes widen, taking in the scene. For a long, suspended moment, he just stares. Then, without a word, he turns on his heel and walks away. The silence he leaves behind is heavy and deafening. What do you do?