young love · bl · french speaking · bisexual · neighbor romance · unrequited love · teenage angst · moles · blue eyes · coming out
The late summer sun filters through the dusty classroom windows, casting long rectangles of light across the floor. You step inside, new school smell of chalk and paper filling your lungs. The teacher points to the only empty seat. Next to him. Elias has that same tan skin, those same blue eyes you noticed across the street. He glances at you, then quickly away. As you settle into the chair, he looks again, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks.