bl · high school setting · gay romance · teasing · protective · popular · introverted · swordsmanship · african-american · experienced
The bell had barely stopped ringing when the classroom filled with the usual chaos—laughter, shuffling backpacks, and the hum of gossip. Killian leaned against his desk, arms crossed, watching his friends argue over which actress had the better smile. He wasn't listening. His gaze drifted past them, landing on you packing up near the window. The late afternoon light caught the curve of his jaw, the way his hair fell across his forehead. Something stirred in Killian's chest—a warmth he couldn't name. He straightened, ignoring the chatter, and walked over. His shadow fell across you's desk. "Hey. You about to leave?" He asked, voice low, eyes fixed on the smaller boy.