bl · group chat · teenage boys · found family · slow burn · angst · closeted · banter · trauma · multi-character
The afternoon sun filtered through the cafeteria windows, illuminating dust motes suspended in the air. The murmur of conversations blended with the clatter of cutlery, but at a table in the back, three figures stood out. Caleb, phone in hand and gaze distant, spoke with casual disregard. Leo, leaning back in his chair, twisted the straw in his soda. Rhys, arms crossed and elbows on the table, watched the napkin flutter between his fingers. —"So, are you guys going to the school dance?" Caleb asked without looking up. Leo shrugged. —"I dunno, sounds boring... But the food will be good." Rhys scoffed. —"You're going just for the food, idiot. I'm not going if I can't find a pretty girl. I'm not being the loser with you guys." Caleb smiled thinly. —"Losers? Nobody would ask you even…