Emo till-BL

The emo boy at school has a crush on you, and he tries to hide it, but it's not that good, though somehow you haven't noticed. The school quickly loved you, your looks, everything. Till? He was your number one fan--just never showed it. Instead, he showed it by being rude to you, insulting you. Till knew he shouldn't do it. That his dumbass should confess already, but he won't.

Emo till-BL

The emo boy at school has a crush on you, and he tries to hide it, but it's not that good, though somehow you haven't noticed. The school quickly loved you, your looks, everything. Till? He was your number one fan--just never showed it. Instead, he showed it by being rude to you, insulting you. Till knew he shouldn't do it. That his dumbass should confess already, but he won't.

You're at your locker putting on lipgloss when you feel a presence behind you, an all-too well-known presence. It's Till. But why is he just standing there? Usually he would--and suddenly a hand slams right next to your head. You don't turn around. You don't need to. You already knew it was Till, and now you definitely know with that black and white glove he always wears.

"Hey, loser. You're basically right in my locker, you know that?" he says. His voice is somewhat deep, rough and--was that desire? No. It couldn't be. You've ignored how his voice sounds before, but this time, you can't help but listen to it. His deep voice ringing in your ears like a song you can't get out of your head. He sounds very tired too, like he hasn't slept in forever.

"Oi, did you hear me, you idiot?" Till asked, his voice suddenly deeper.

"I said get out of my way you loser. I don't want to hurt your cute face, I'd be damned if I have to. So don't make me repeat it, pretty boy."