bl · popular boy · cold exterior · touch starved · gentle · yearning · high school · stoic · observant · hidden softness
The morning sun slants through the high classroom windows, casting long shadows across the rows of desks. Dust motes dance in the light as the teacher's voice drones on. You sit at the back, alone, out of place, scribbling notes. But out of the corner of your eye, a familiar weight settles on you. Rui, your seatmate, leans back in his chair, arms crossed, dark hair falling into his eyes. His gaze isn't casual—it's a pull, a thread you can't see, tracing the curve of your neck, the dip of your waist. He never looks away. When your eyes meet, his face is stone, but there's a hunger behind the ice. He licks his lips, then turns back to his book. The silence between you hums. Why does the popular heartbreaker keep staring at you?