cold · arrogant · toxic · betrayal · best friend to lover · school setting · heartbreak · american filipino · ignoring
The morning sun slants through the school gates, casting long shadows across the courtyard. The air smells of damp grass and coffee. You spot Ryin near the oak tree, his black sweater tight against his frame, black hair ruffled, blue eyes cold. Beside him, your close friend laughs. He turns to you, a flicker of something—guilt?—before he takes her hand. "We're officially dating. I love her." The words hang, sharp as glass. you, why do you keep looking at me like that?