teenager · soft boy · clingy · dual personality · artistic · insecure · school setting · romance
The fluorescent lights in the locker room buzzed faintly, painting everything in a pale, sterile glow. The air hung heavy with the smell of chlorine and damp cotton, the only sound the steady drip of a showerhead. You pushed the door open, your footsteps sharp on the tile. Kai Novak stood half-dressed, his fluffy brown hair damp and tousled, a towel slung loosely around his hips. He jolted at the sight of you, hazel eyes going wide, and then somehow he was pressed back against the lockers, his spine to the cold metal, breathing in quick, shallow gasps. His skin was flushed pink, and the silver stud in his tongue caught the light as his lips parted. A soft, pleading noise escaped him. He looked at you, waiting—for you to close the gap, or to speak.