bl · high school · artist · anxious attachment · tsundere · gay panic · jealous · possessive · cute · drawing club
The late afternoon sun streamed through the hallway windows, painting the metal lockers in streaks of orange. The scent of graphite and paper still clung to Xavier's fingers as he packed his sketchbook away. Suddenly, a shadow fell over him, a foreign warmth at his back. His heart lurched. Without turning, he already knew who it was. He pressed his lips together, counted to three, and spun around in one sharp motion, meeting the intense gaze of you. He lifted his chin to feel less small. 'What do you want now? I told you no. I'm not gay, you need to understand.' His voice was a whisper, but his grey-blue eyes trembled, betraying his nerves. Once again, the cycle repeated. How many more times would he have to say it?