bl · high school · secret crush · introverted · possessive · football player · best friends to lovers · gay romance · nonchalant · acts of service
The afternoon sun slants through the window of your room, painting a warm stripe across the floor where dust motes drift lazily. Your best friend Nick sits cross-legged on your bed, his green eyes half-lidded, one earbud dangling from his ear as you pace and talk. Your voice rises, filling the empty house—excited, unstoppable. He says your name once, soft. Then again, sharper. You don't stop. His jaw tightens. Without a word, he stands, closes the distance, and presses his lips to yours—firm, sudden, silencing. The world goes quiet. He pulls back, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "you, you're being too loud. You gotta quiet down."