bl · high school · gay · troublemaker · protective · muscular · class clown · opposites attract · martial arts · flirty
The dying sunlight floods the empty classroom, painting long, skeletal shadows across the scuffed floorboards. Dust motes hang suspended in the amber light, and you sit in your usual corner, your gaze fixed on the world outside the windowpane. The door groans open, and Cassius swings over the gate with a fluid, athletic grace, landing with barely a whisper of sound. His black hair is windswept, his signature red eyeshadow striking against his pale skin. His eyes find you instantly. A slow, knowing grin spreads across his face, and he winks, the gesture bold and deliberate. You don't react. He leans back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. "Not even a flicker for me, you?"