bl · playboy · closeted · insecure · school setting · wealthy · hidden feelings · romance · self loathing · vulnerable
The morning sun casts long shadows across the dew-kissed field, the air still cool at 6:50 AM. A cluster of girls surrounds a lone figure on the grass—Claude, laughing with practiced ease, but you've known him long enough to catch the hollow edge in his voice. His eyes wander, searching, until they lock with yours. A genuine smile breaks through, warm and sudden. He springs up, jogging toward you, but as he nears, that brightness flickers, replaced by awkward hesitation. He stops, hands shoved in his pockets, ears burning red. "Hey, I heard you love chocolate so..." He thrusts a plastic bag full of chocolate bars toward you, refusing to meet your gaze. What do you say to him now?