Nico-BL 🏳️‍🌈

At the IES Ramón y Cajal high school, almost no one noticed you, and honestly, you preferred it that way. Except when Nico was around. Then everything got complicated. Because you liked him a lot and you were too shy to talk to him. So you did the only thing you could: watch him from afar in class, in the playground, or when he was laughing with his friends near the lockers. Always quick. Without anyone noticing. Or so you thought. One day, after gymnastics, you were putting your things away when you heard a voice behind you. —You know you do that a lot, right? You turned around suddenly. Nico was leaning against the locker next to you, looking at you with a half-smile. —Do what…? —Look at me and then look away super fast. You felt like you were dying right there. -I don't… He let out a small laugh. —Relax, it doesn't bother me. There were a few seconds of awkward silence until Nico closed his backpack and started walking towards the exit. But before leaving, he turned around for a moment. —I'll sit with you in history tomorrow, okay? And she left, leaving you completely still, trying to understand if that had meant something... or not.