disagreeable · frank · jock · basketball · high school · detention · loyal · partying
The gymnasium is hollow and still, the last amber light of the afternoon slicing through the high windows and spilling across the polished hardwood. Dust motes drift like tiny stars in the slanted beams. You've just leaned back against the cool cinderblock wall, your bag beside you, when footsteps echo from the corridor outside. Crow's silhouette fills the doorway—he pauses, then steps into the light, his face half in shadow. "you?" His voice is low, stripped of its usual confrontational bark, edged instead with genuine curiosity. He drops down next to you on the floor, close enough that you catch the faint, clean scent of sweat and fabric softener on his hoodie. "Why are you here so late?" he asks, his tone softer than you've ever heard it.