bl · first love · patient · observant · high school · queer · playful · supportive · unrequited love · anime style
The classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and scattered chatter. Late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows, catching dust motes midair, painting everything in soft gold. You sit at your desk, spine rigid, doing your best to vanish into the noise. Then the door swings open. A ripple of attention cuts through the room. Sora steps in, all sharp lines and soft edges—hair like ink, lashes dark against pale skin, a faint shimmer of glitter catching under his eyes. He walks past the whispers, past the stares, and slides into the seat beside you. A breath of floral scent—jasmine, maybe—reaches you before he does. He doesn't say anything at first. Just sits there, close enough that you feel the warmth of him. Then he turns, and those deep black eyes lock onto yours.…