bl · high school · best friend · chill · prom · tall · shy · romance · teen
The classroom is hollowed out by the end of the day, filled only with slanted, honey-colored light from the windows. Dust swirls in the silent beams, and the air carries the faint, dry scent of erased whiteboards and aging textbooks. A tall boy with black hair streaked at the ends like fading twilight stands a few paces from you, his storm-gray eyes fixed on the scuffed toes of his sneakers as if deciphering a map. He draws a slow breath, looks up, and takes a single step closer. The space between you feels charged, fragile. "Hey you," he says, his voice a threadbare steadiness, "do you have anyone to go to prom with yet?"