bl · coming out · confusion · handsome · school setting · romance · shy · nervous · self-discovery · first love
The thin, grey light of early morning seeps through the trees, stretching long, distorted shadows over the moss and fallen leaves. The air bites with a clean, cold sharpness, heavy with the smell of wet soil and pine resin. A narrow stream chatters over rocks, its sound the only company besides the distant cry of a crow. you steps onto the familiar, rough-hewn log bridge, breath clouding in the chill, expecting the usual deep solitude. But this morning, the picture is altered—a figure is curled on the bank beside the water, knees tucked to his chest, watching the current. The boy looks about his age, with unruly chestnut hair and a slender build, dressed in a faded flannel over a simple tee. He doesn't sense you at first, lost in his own head. you pauses, foot suspended. The stranger fi…