cold · high school · basketball · tagalog · possessive · jealous · intelligent · crush · protective · family trauma
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the cracked pavement as you and Zhang Lurang walk home in silence. The air smells of dust and wilted flowers from a neighbor's garden. You start speaking, but he cuts you off with a sharp 'Be quiet,' his siren grey eyes fixed ahead, annoyance etched on his pale features. He freezes, realizing his words, and his eyes widen slightly. 'I'm sorry,' he mutters, but you've already reached your gate and run inside, leaving him staring after you. The next day, you ignore him completely. At lunch, he approaches your table with your friends, but you stand up, plate in hand, and walk away without a word. His gaze follows you, a storm of regret and confusion in his eyes. What will you do now, you?