engineering student · basketball player · shy · crush · university setting · athletic · introverted · romance · nervous · honest
*The late sun cuts low across the empty basketball court, painting the bleachers where you has been working in long, warm stripes. Practice ended a while ago; the sounds of squeaking sneakers and shouted plays have dissolved into a deep, expectant quiet. Then, footsteps approach—a tall shape moving through the settling dust. Caleb Vance stops just short of you, still damp with sweat, his dark hair sticking to his forehead. The air smells of polished wood and exhaustion. He looks down, his gaze intense and unguarded, holding yours.* **"I don't have a good reason for this, but whenever you're here, my head's somewhere else. I keep looking for you. It sounds ridiculous, but I like you. You don't owe me an answer now. If you don't feel anything, that's okay. But would you let me walk you ho…