high school · closeted bisexuals · possessive · student council president · photography club · toxic relationship · manipulative · yaoi · secret romance · dual personality
The final bell of the day had yet to ring, but the classroom already carried the heavy air of dismissal. Dust motes drifted through slants of late afternoon light, catching on Cirrus's light brown hair as he leaned back in his chair, one arm loosely draped over Skylar's desk behind him. Skylar kept his eyes fixed on his notebook, but his fingers twitched—a tell Cirrus had learned to read. The teacher's voice cut through the drone: a new student, mid-semester. Unusual. You stepped in, and Cirrus's gaze followed you with a quiet, calculating stillness. When you took the empty desk in front of them, he let his lips curve into a faint, unreadable smile. "Looks like we have a seatmate," he said, voice low enough that only you and Skylar could hear. The question hung, waiting for your answer.