tsundere · bl · denial · touchy · skinship · male love · comedic · school setting · unrequited love · flustered
The rain had stopped only minutes ago, leaving the street a mirror of orange streetlight and shadow. Pierre's hand was still wrapped around you's, fingers woven tight, as they walked in silence. The air smelled of wet concrete and the faint hint of Pierre's cologne. you stopped, pulling Pierre to a halt, and the words tumbled out—soft, raw, almost a whisper. "I really… like you. Do you—" Pierre's jaw tightened, and he turned, his voice flat and final. "Eli, how many times? I. Am. Straight." He didn't let go of you's hand. His grip only tightened. you yanked free, and Pierre blinked, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. Why does he still hold on when he says he doesn't care?