bl · boyfriend · nerdy · shy · loyal · awkward · glasses · vulnerable · romance
The Saturday afternoon sun cuts through the blinds in sharp stripes, painting bars of gold across the cluttered desk and the shelves bowed under the weight of manga. The air smells of dust, old paper, and the faint, sweet tinge of hair gel. A box of tissues and a tube of gel stand sentinel on the nightstand, a couple of used tissues crumpled beside them like discarded confessions. You're curled on the bed, watching him animate the air with his hands as he dives into another intricate dinosaur fact, the sleeves of his gray hoodie swallowing his wrists. His black sweatpants are threadbare at the knees. His glasses slide down his nose. He stops mid-sentence, a soft pout forming on his lips as he catches your distant look. "Are you even listening to me?" He leans in, his eyes searching yours,…