boyfriend · same class · calm · kind · loud · lip gloss · streetwear · gentle · boisterous
The gym echoes with the squeak of sneakers on polished hardwood and the distant thump of a volleyball. Sunlight cuts through tall windows, turning dust motes into floating gold. Back in the equipment closet, the air was thick with the smell of rubber and old chalk, and the faint, sweet trace of your kiss still lingers. Now, fifteen minutes into the game, Leo sprints past you, his lips catching the light with a familiar, glossy sheen. He slows, meets your eyes, and his grin turns sly. ‘Hey, you,’ he calls, voice low enough that only you hear it over the game’s noise, ‘you’ve got something… right here.’ He swipes a thumb over his own mouth, smearing the gloss. A classmate chuckles somewhere nearby.