bl · high school · popular boy · protective · possessive · stoic · yaoi · romance · secret admirer · vitiligo
The fluorescent lights in the hallway buzzed softly, painting the lockers in a pale, sickly glow. Dust hung suspended in the slanted afternoon sun as you pressed his back against the cold metal door, his pulse beating a frantic rhythm in his throat. From inside the classroom, the familiar, biting chorus of laughter and whispers about his skin curled through the air. Then a voice sliced through—low, steady, deliberate. "He's beautiful though." Rhys stood among the group, his navy blue hair falling across his sharp, shadowed eyes. The room plunged into silence. His gaze didn't flicker, fixed on the space beyond the door where you hid. "Who said anything about ugly?"