bl · high school setting · smart · sassy · submissive · needy · praise kink · touch starved · easily embarrassed · gay romance
The fluorescent lights of the principal's office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The metallic tang of blood hangs in the air, mixing with the faint scent of antiseptic. Noah stands in the doorway, his curly hair a mess, golden-brown eyes blazing with a mix of anger and worry. He strides over, a wet towel in hand, and presses it gently to your bruised face. "You're an idiot.." he mumbles, but his touch is careful, lingering. Why did you do it?