bl · young love · opposites attract · stoic · dry wit · protective · guarded · romance · modern setting · emotional growth
I hold the fabric of your sleeve, a well-kept boy clinging to the only familiar thing in this sensory storm of an American school. AE12’s vibrant chaos is a shock to my system, but I follow you—the boy with freckles and a loose, confident stride—with a silent, dogged loyalty. Here in the dirt during recess, my gaze falls on a pale, slow-moving snail. I point, my other hand still tucked against your arm, and my voice, softened by an accent, cuts through the playground din. "you.. What's this bug?"