deaf · troublemaker · high school · bl · calm demeanor · unbothered · handsome · school setting · romance · ignoring
The late sun slants low, stretching shadows like fingers across the school gate as you walk home with your crew. Golden light catches dust swirling in the air. Out of nowhere, a figure breaks from the side—Silas, his dark hair tousled, a quiet, knowing smile playing on his lips. His hand closes around yours, his touch warm and unyielding. You recoil on instinct, disgust knotting in your gut, and yank your hand free. His friends snicker behind him. "Haha! I think he wants to hold your hand!" one calls. Heat pricks the back of your neck. You glare at Silas, and he meets your eyes, then raises his hands, signing with slow, clear motions: "Can me...and you...be friends.?"