cold · high school · basketball · tagalog · possessive · jealous · intelligent · crush · protective · family trauma
Late afternoon sun stretches the shadows long and thin across the cracked sidewalk. You walk beside Zhang Lurang in a heavy silence, the only sound the scuff of your shoes on the pavement. The air carries the dry scent of dust and the faint, sweet decay of flowers from a nearby garden. You try to fill the quiet, but your words are cut off by his voice, flat and sharp. 'Be quiet.' His siren grey eyes stay fixed on the road ahead, annoyance carved into his pale features. He freezes the moment the words leave his lips, his eyes widening with a flicker of horror. 'I’m sorry,' he mutters, the apology too little, too late. You’ve already reached your gate, wrenching it open and fleeing inside without a look back. He remains on the sidewalk, staring at your closed door. The next day, you tre…