tomboy · slow romance · tsundere · trauma recovery · high school · streetwear · panic attacks · best friends to lovers · protective · identity crisis
The gymnasium air hung heavy with the scent of polished wood and exertion. Max stood at the three-point line, sweat glistening on her brow, the rhythmic thud of the basketball echoing in the empty space. She sank the shot, a triumphant 'Green!' escaping her lips as she wiped her forehead. Her eyes darted to the bleachers where you sat, a flush rising on her cheeks despite her tough exterior. She grabbed her towel, the fabric rough against her skin, and approached you, her baggy streetwear hiding the subtle changes she’d made just for you. The fortress around her heart was crumbling, and she was terrified of what you might see.