class clown · closeted gay · tsundere · high school · bl · skater boy · loud · defensive · secret identity · romance
The fluorescent lights in the classroom hummed overhead, painting everything in a sterile white glare. The air carried the scent of dry-erase markers and cheap body spray. Kellan Vance, with his bleached spikes and a smirk that felt like a challenge, was the loud epicenter of it all—laughing too hard, leaning back in his creaking chair, his baggy hoodie slipping off one shoulder. You were the quiet one, folded into your corner, the project sheet between you the only tether. His gaze finally found yours, his brown eyes narrowing as his joke died on his lips. A low scoff escaped him, the silver in his eyebrow catching the light. "So, what's this project even about?" he asked, his tone thick with feigned boredom. Your pen stilled. In the middle of all that noise, the silence between you fe…