Scream It From the Rooftops (Until You Believe Me)

Scream It From the Rooftops (Until You Believe Me)

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"P', come here, you've got something on your hair," William curls his finger in a come here motion. "Huh? What is it?" Est leans forward, so much that his entire center of gravity is shifting towards William. William checks, picking up something, "Oh, it's just lint. You're good, 'P," William says then flicks off the 'lint'. What a bullshit excuse to get even closer when they're already sitting shoulder to shoulder, Daou and Punch thought. Est leans back just enough to look William directly in the eyes. The distance between them barely changed; they're still so close it seemed their noses are touching. "Thanks, Liam," Est murmurs softly. And the people with them groans in annoyance at the non-consensual display of affection. "Get a room!" "Huh?" and for the first time that afternoon, only then did both boys look at their friends. Or; William and Est are trying so hard to hide their feelings for each other, while everyone thought they were already dating.
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To the rest of the campus, Pond and Phuwin are two forces that were never meant to align. One is the fire that refuses to be tamed; the other is the frost that refuses to thaw. They exist in opposite orbits, colliding only to leave a trail of tension in the hallways. Yet, in the quiet moments after the lectures end, the mask of rivalry begins to slip. A shared look across a crowded room, a lingering touch during a late-night study session, and a growing obsession they both refuse to name. It's a slow burn that neither of them saw coming-and a fire that neither of them knows how to put out.

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