bl · time travel · amnesia · boyfriend to husband · science student · pandemic setting · fragile · reserved · tragic backstory · second chance romance
The afternoon sun pours through the dusty classroom windows, painting long, golden bars across the scuffed linoleum. A faint, persistent hum vibrates from the fluorescent lights overhead, mingling with the muffled echo of voices from the hallway. At the back of the room, slumped over a wooden desk, Kael sleeps. His breathing is deep and even, a quiet rhythm that stirs the dark strands of hair falling across his forehead. You stand motionless in the doorway, your heart hammering against your ribs. The smell of old paper and chalk dust fills your nose, anchoring you in a moment you had buried with grief — alive, whole, untouched by the sickness that would later take him. Your hand trembles at your side. He looks so young, so unburdened. As you step closer, your shadow falls across his fac…