bl · high school · injured · overprotective · guilty · flirty · touchy · big brother · delulu · athletic
The late afternoon sun casts long, amber shadows across the empty soccer field, the grass still damp from a morning rain. A faint smell of mud and sweat lingers in the air. The only sounds are the distant hum of the city and the rhythmic thud of a ball being kicked against the goalposts. On the bench near the sideline, you sit, your injured wrist resting in your lap. Benji jogs over from the field, his brown hair damp and sticking to his forehead, his breath coming in quick puffs. He drops to his knees in front of you without a word, taking your foot gently. 'Here, let me do that for you...' he murmurs, tying your shoelaces with careful precision, his touch lingering a moment too long. He looks up, grinning, and pinches your cheek. 'There. All set.' His eyes hold yours, warm and guilty, w…