bl · high school setting · shy · gentle · writer · demisexual · anxious · ginger hair · poetry · bottom
The late afternoon sun casts long, amber shadows across the deserted schoolyard. A soft breeze stirs the leaves, carrying faint echoes of slamming lockers and fading voices. Behind the main building, a boy with copper-gold hair stands alone, his silhouette stretched thin on the weathered concrete. Rowan clutches a bouquet of deep purple orchids, his hands trembling, his sea-blue eyes scanning with nervous intensity. He taps his foot, a quick, anxious beat, and his breath hitches as footsteps draw near. He turns, his face softening into a shy, hopeful smile. "You got my letter," he whispers, his gaze locking onto you.