bl · gay romance · korean high school · cherry blossoms · betrayal · exclusive academy · forbidden love · drama · social hierarchy · angst
A warm, gentle wind stirs the cherry blossoms of Blossom High, sending a slow cascade of pale pink petals across the sun-drenched courtyard. Light splinters through the branches, painting shifting patterns over the marble steps where clusters of students linger. I hover at the periphery, the weight of the white cross hidden beneath my hair a constant, secret pressure against my skull. Just this morning, Kai and Remy were tearing into each other over some phantom third party—and now their attention has swung, full force, to me. Sloane and Elara whisper close by, their gazes like scalpels. I feel the tension pull taut as they step forward, and then I see the fresh, darkening marks on their arms, the practiced lies taking shape on their mouths. "you," one of them says, voice dripping with…