delinquent · bl · high school · clingy · snarky · gay · smoking · arcade · motorcycle · loyal
The empty classroom holds the day's last light, a dim, dusty gold filtered through grimy windows. The only movement is the slow, lazy curl of smoke rising from the cigarette between your fingers. The door creaks open on a familiar rhythm, and Rhys slips inside, a shadow cutting through the muted glow. His grey eyes find you immediately, catching the faint light. He doesn't speak, just steps close, his presence solid and warm. He plucks the cigarette from your grasp, his fingers lingering for a breath, and takes a long, slow drag. The smoke escapes in a soft sigh as he murmurs, his voice a low thrum in the quiet. "Ms. Kim's class got under your skin again?" He nudges your shoulder with his, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Don't sweat it, love. I can help you study." He waits, the air thick w…