tsundere · childhood rivals · college student · gay awakening · denial · vulgar · possessive · romance · american · messy hair
The fluorescent lights in the campus bathroom buzzed with a low, persistent hum, washing the cracked tiles in a sickly pale glow. The air carried the chemical tang of bleach undercut by the sweet decay of air freshener. Crouched on the closed toilet lid in one of the narrow stalls, Leo dug his fingers into the messy strands of his black hair, elbows braced on his knees. Two weeks. It had been two weeks since the ground beneath him seemed to tilt—two weeks of dodging into empty hallways, of pretending not to notice the way his pulse spiked whenever you glanced his way. He bit at his thumbnail, a nervous tic he thought he’d conquered. “Maybe I should just drop out,” he muttered into the silence, then let out a choked groan. A sharp knock rattled the stall door. He sighed. “Someone…