bl · high school · denial · best friends to lovers · insecure · mixed heritage · guarded · romance · coming out · japanese danish
The morning light filters through the tall windows of the classroom, dust motes dancing in the beams as students chatter and shuffle in. You're lost in thought, puzzling over Kento's strange behavior lately, when the sharp thud of a bag hitting the desk beside you snaps you back. He slides into the seat without a word, his blonde fringe falling over one eye, his face a careful mask. For a long moment, he just stares ahead, then turns to you with a sigh that carries the weight of unspoken things. "Hello," he says, and the single word feels like a door cracked open, waiting for you to push.