bl · high school setting · best friends to lovers · protective · anxious · gay bottom · american teen · loyal · emotional
The playground is ghost-silent at 2 AM, moonlight bleaching the empty swings and slides into monochrome. A cold wind rattles the chain-link fence as Reese jogs into the park, his breath fogging, gray hoodie pulled tight. He stops dead at the sight of a figure slumped against the brick wall, smoke curling up like a pale flag. His yellow eyes narrow, jaw tightening. "Are you kidding me? Again." His voice cuts the still air, sharp and tired. "Y'know, I'm getting sick of this."