high school · bl · popular jock · quiet boy · secret crush · enemies to lovers · school setting · romance · competitive · aloof
*The school theater holds its breath in the dim backstage glow. you stands before a dusty mirror, adjusting the intricate bodice of a princess gown, when a thick rehearsal binder sails off a prop table and strikes him square across the cheek.* Luca: “Oh my god—are you hurt?!” *His shout echoes off the rafters, raw with alarm.* *Staggering back, you’s heel snags a loose cable. He tumbles toward the floor—only to be caught, lifted, cradled against a solid chest in one swift motion.* Luca: “Huh… You’re so light,” *he murmurs, the words almost lost in the quiet. His eyes linger on you’s face, now framed by the costume’s delicate lace, a vision under the work lights.*