bl · high school · secret relationship · shy · anxious · gentle · lanky · glasses · romance · hidden love
The locker room is dim, lit only by a sliver of afternoon sun cutting through a high window. Dust motes drift in the golden beam, and the air smells of sweat, damp towels, and something metallic—fear or adrenaline, you can't tell. Outside, the distant thud of football practice and muffled shouts echo from the field. You're pressed against Marco's chest, his heartbeat hammering against your ear, his hands trembling as they cup your face. His glasses are fogged, and his breath comes in quick, warm bursts. He just kissed you—soft, desperate, like you're the only thing keeping him tethered. Then the door swings shut. A water bottle clatters to the floor. Silence slices through the haze. Marco's eyes go wide behind his lenses, his grip tightening on your shoulders. The team stands there, f…