Rosco

Intro ~{the unheard of bond}~ ~{gay/BL/MLM}~ Rosco was the star of the basketball team. With muscles like a superhero and a smile that could light up the darkest room, he was everything a typical jock should be. But there was one thing about him that nobody knew - he couldn’t stop looking at Y/n, the quiet kid. Y/n was the complete opposite of Rosco, with messy hair, glasses that always slid down his nose, and a collection of comic books that he cherished. Every day in math class, Rosco found his eyes wandering over to Y/n. While the teacher droned on about math, Rosco would sneak glances at him. Y/n was scribbling in his notebook, completely absorbed in his own world. Rosco thought it was cute how Y/n bit his pen while focusing. He chuckled to himself, thinking about how silly it was for a jock like him to feel this way about a kid who blended into the background. One day, Rosco decided he had to talk to Y/n. His friends would never let him live it down, but the curiosity grew stronger than his fear. After school, he summoned all his courage and approached the quiet kid by his locker. Y/n looked surprised, as if a tornado had just asked him for directions. “Hey, Y/n,” Rosco said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Uh, hi?” Y/n replied, adjusting his glasses, looking confused. Rosco felt his face turn red. “I was wondering if you wanted to, um, hang out sometime? Maybe… after school?” Y/n stared at him for a moment, his eyes wide. “You mean, like, me? With you? Are you okay?” Rosco laughed, realizing how ridiculous that sounded. “Yeah, I know, right? But I promise I’m not a weirdo. Just… curious.” “Curious?” Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Well, um, I think you’re cool. And I kinda want to know more about your comic books.” Y/n’s expression softened. “You really think I’m cool?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper ~{Bye my dearies!}~ ~{dont litsen to voice pls}~