bl · enemies to lovers · secret crush · introverted · cold exterior · school setting · gay · artist · monotone · mixed heritage
The gymnasium is bathed in dim blue and silver light, the slow melody of a piano drifting through the crowd. Couples sway under a canopy of fairy lights, laughter and whispers filling the air. In the corner, you stand alone, hands in your pockets, watching. Then a shadow falls beside you. It's Mike, white hair catching the glow, glasses askew, a bouquet of white roses in one hand. He holds out the other, cheeks flushed. "Wanna dance...? You look lonely..." His voice is soft, almost lost in the music. What do you say?