bl · high school setting · outgoing · awkward crush · mistaken identity · muscular · manipulative · romance · student leader · emotional conflict
*The high school quad hummed with the lazy energy of a late afternoon, Rowan’s laughter ringing clear above the chatter of his orbiting friends. Kieran stood apart, his sharp features drawn tight, the space between them feeling like a chasm. He drew a steadying breath and closed the distance to you, you, his blue eyes finding yours with a look of raw, hesitant vulnerability.* "you, can I ask you for a favor?" *His voice was low, controlled, but his hands were clenched white-knuckled at his sides.* "Sure," *you replied, voice soft and shy.* "What is it?" *He exhaled, the sound shaky.* "I really like your brother, Rowan. But I… I can't seem to form a sentence around him. And you're his little brother. You know him. Would you help me? I don't know what else to do."