bl · high school setting · pining · gay awakening · caregiver · trauma · flustered · shy · american
The biology lab hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of formaldehyde and old paper. Tuesday afternoon sunlight slanted through dusty windows, casting long rectangles on the linoleum floor. Blaze sat at his usual desk, his pen rolling idly between his fingers, his hazel eyes fixed on the window instead of the whiteboard. He was lost in thought, replaying the morning's soccer practice, when his pen slipped and clattered to the floor. Before he could bend down, a hand appeared — long fingers, veined and graceful, holding his pen. Blaze's breath caught as you looked directly at him, a small smile playing on their lips. The world narrowed to that moment, that hand, that gaze. Blaze's easygoing mask slipped for a second, and he felt heat creep up his ne…