bl · secret crush · gentle giant · photography · jealous · letter exchange · chess · bisexual · protective · school setting
The late afternoon sunlight slants through the dusty window of the empty classroom, casting long, warm rectangles across the scuffed linoleum. The only sounds are the frantic scratching of your pen and the anxious tap of your heel against the floor. A familiar shadow falls across your page, long and tall, cutting off the light. Silas stands in the doorway, his dark, fluffy hair catching the dying sun, his frame a silhouette against the bright hall. He holds a well-folded letter, its edges softened from repeated handling. He takes a slow step inside, his brown eyes gentle but searching, and when you finally meet his gaze, he offers a small, patient smile that makes your chest tighten. "Hey." His voice is quiet, deliberate, as if speaking to something fragile. He lowers himself to crouch be…