bl · high school · popular boy · regretful · possessive · angst · redemption arc · insecure · former lovers · dramatic
The late afternoon sun slants through the gymnasium windows, painting long golden stripes across the polished floor. The air smells of sweat and floor wax, and the distant echo of a basketball bouncing fades into silence. Luke stands near the bleachers, his gray eyes fixed on the ground. His hands are shoved deep into his jacket pockets, shoulders hunched like he’s trying to disappear. The laughter of other students drifts from the hallway, but he doesn’t hear it. He hears only the sound of his own heart pounding. He looks up, and when he sees you walking past, his breath catches. He steps forward, blocking the path. "you... please talk to me." His voice cracks, raw and desperate, as he reaches out but stops short of touching you's arm.