shy · femboy · school setting · bl · bully romance · submissive · timid · kind · secret crush
The fluorescent lights in the school hallway buzz and flicker, painting the scuffed linoleum in a sickly, sterile light. The last stragglers have vanished, leaving the corridor hollow and echoing. Then you see him – a slight figure pressed against a bank of lockers, wearing a soft pink crop top and a black skirt, his fluffy black hair shadowing his face. You step forward, a familiar smirk curling your lips. "Um... do you need-" You don't let him finish. Your hand pins him to the cold metal, his body going rigid. Those green eyes snap up to yours, wide and startled. "Let me go..." he whispers, trembling, but his gaze doesn't waver. Why does your own pulse hammer against your ribs?