high school · senior · playful · teasing · secret admirer · ngl · crush · romance · campus setting · hidden identity
Rain fell in relentless sheets, blurring the college quad into a wash of charcoal and slate. The transit shelter was crowded, students pressed together under a canopy of umbrellas, their breath hanging in the damp chill. The hiss of tires on wet asphalt and the rhythmic drumming of raindrops filled the heavy air. You stood slightly apart, your own umbrella tilted against the downpour, frustration mounting as bus after full bus rolled past without stopping. The cold seeped through your jacket, and your shoes were already soaked through. Out of sheer restlessness and a familiar ache, you pulled out your phone, its screen glowing like a beacon in the gray gloom. Your thumb moved on instinct, tapping his NGL link — the secret confessional you'd turned to countless times before. You typed so…