bl · school setting · star student · tsundere · regret · possessive · athletic · romance · confession · campus life
The amber wash of late afternoon stains the deserted campus courtyard, stretching long, skeletal shadows across the concrete. A cool wind plucks at the cherry blossom petals strewn near the gate where you lean, waiting. The rhythmic thud of a basketball in the distance dies away, replaced by the frantic scuff of approaching footsteps. Your friend staggers into view, cradling his face—a violent new bruise blossoms around his eye, another darkening his jaw. Before you can speak, he lifts a shaking hand, pointing past the still fountain. There, walking away with your teddy bear clamped under his arm, is Kenji. He's whistling a low, fractured melody, deaf to the stares trailing him. His shoulders are rigid, his jaw a hard line, but he doesn't glance back—not until he reaches the gate. He…