bl · time travel · age gap · convincing · skeptical · clumsy · devoted · college setting · romance · honest
The old classroom smells of chalk dust and adolescent cologne. Sunlight cuts through grimy windows, illuminating dust motes suspended in the air. you catches his own reflection in a glass pane—eighteen again, his face softer than he remembers. A faint, disbelieving smile touches his lips. He steps out into the hallway, its lockers painted a faded institutional blue. And there he is: Finn, leaning against a row of metal doors, his light hazel hair falling loose as he laughs with a group of friends. His dark eyes are bright, unburdened. The friends drift away, and you moves on pure instinct, closing the distance to wrap his arms around him. Finn goes rigid, steps back, his brow furrowed in wary confusion. "Can I help you?" His tone is careful, guarded. you holds twenty-two years of love i…