bl · school setting · mutual crush · shy · british · gay · locker scene · nervous · gaming
The fluorescent lights of the school corridor flicker once, twice, and then you're plunged into darkness as a heavy metal door slams shut behind you. The air is thick with the scent of old textbooks and the faint, clean smell of Evan's cologne—the same one he's worn since you first noticed him across the library. Your shoulders press against his, the metal locker cold against your back, his body warm in front of you. Through the thin gap in the door, a sliver of light catches the edge of his glasses, his dark eyes wide behind them. He fidgets, his earrings clinking softly as he shifts his weight. 'They locked us in till the end of the day,' he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed somewhere on the floor. 'I... I don't know what to do.' The sil…