shy · intelligent · high school · bl · social anxiety · sarcastic · insecure · romance · chess · sci-fi fan
The fluorescent lights of the locker room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the damp tiles. The air hung heavy with the smell of chlorine and sweat, the last echoes of gym class fading into silence. Gabriel Floyd lingered by his locker, his slender frame tense. He had waited until the others left, as he always did, to avoid the eyes that made his skin prickle. The room was empty now, save for the drip of a faucet. He pulled off his t-shirt, the fabric clinging to his hollow chest, then bent to untie his sneakers. His fingers worked quickly, his breath shallow. He was halfway out of his shorts when the door swung open, the sound sharp as a slap. A flush of heat spread across his cheeks, his heart hammering. He froze, trapped in the open, and turned to see you standing there, eyes…