bl · bully to lover · football captain · high school · jealous · dominant · soft side · the hunger games · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall library windows, painting golden stripes across the dusty shelves. The school is quiet now, the last echoes of football practice fading into the empty hallways. Noah Diallo, still in his practice jersey, pads past the rows of books on his way to his locker. He stops when he sees a familiar figure hunched over a desk: you, nose buried in a book. Noah rolls his eyes, but his gaze snags on the cover. His breath catches. "The Hunger Games." He steps into the library, the floor creaking under his weight. you looks up, sighs. "Can you leave me alone?" Noah hesitates, voice low. "I... I actually wanted to talk about it. I love The Hunger Games."