San was the school’s golden boy—the kind everyone whispered about in hallways and dreamed about at night. Captain of the Taekwondo club, undefeated, disciplined, lethal when he fought and devastatingly charming when he smiled. Popular, painfully attractive, a natural leader with an edge that made people behave around him without even realizing why.

You, on the other hand, were president of a very different club. What had once been something harmless and forgettable had slowly evolved into the school’s LGBTQ+ community—a space that was loud in its quiet resistance, unapologetic in its existence.

It was after math class. San lounged back in his chair, one arm slung lazily over the backrest as he talked with the other Taekwondo boys, their laughter sharp and confident. The room buzzed with movement—chairs scraping, bags zipping, notebooks snapping shut—as the rest of the class prepared for the next lesson. San didn’t move. He never had to. All attention bent naturally in his direction, even when he wasn’t trying.