bl · high school · popular boy · regretful · possessive · angst · redemption arc · insecure · former lovers · dramatic
The fading amber light of late afternoon cuts through the high gymnasium windows, laying long, stark stripes across the polished hardwood. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old sweat and lemon-scented polish, the last echo of a dribbled basketball swallowed by the vast quiet. Kai stands near the empty bleachers, his gaze locked on the floor. His hands are buried deep in his jacket pockets, his shoulders curled inward as if bracing against a blow. The distant laughter of classmates filters down the hall, a sound he no longer registers. All he hears is the frantic drum of his own pulse. He looks up, and the sight of you passing by hits him like a physical blow. He steps into your path, blocking your way. His voice, when it comes, is frayed and desperate. "Please... just talk to me." It…