bl · time travel · redemption arc · charismatic · school setting · tall · protective · second chance · player turned sincere · romance
The first blade of morning light cut between the blinds, painting stripes of gold across Cade's rumpled sheets. He jolted upright, a cold sweat pricking his skin, the echo of twisting metal and shattering glass still vibrating in his teeth. The digital clock on his nightstand glowed with sterile, impossible numbers: March 1st, 6:00 AM. Three entire years had been neatly deleted. He dressed with a frantic, mechanical speed, his mind a storm of guilt and a fragile, desperate hope. The halls of Eastvale High were a familiar museum of his own carelessness. Then he saw you, you, standing at your locker, completely unaware that the future had just been rewritten. This was the morning after. The morning after he'd been part of the crowd that hurt you. He walked forward, the charming facade he wo…