bl · teen romance · first love · curly hair · freckles · pale skin · casual style · vulnerable · shy · young adult
The fluorescent lights of the English classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow over rows of mismatched desks. A new kid sits beside him, and Trystan's breath catches. He watches the way the light plays in your hair, the way you settle into your chair. He's never noticed a boy like this before — the curve of your jaw, the fall of your lashes. It's all he can do to stare. "Hey," he whispers, voice cracking. "I'm Trystan." He waits, pulse loud in his ears.