high school · american football · closeted · oblivious · dense · teammates to lovers · conservative parents · clumsy · male · comedy
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the gaps in the bleachers, painting long shadows across the dusty grass. A faint scent of sweat and grass clings to the air as the distant clatter of practice fades. Casey shifts beside you, his cleat scraping against the gravel. He stares at his hands, then at you, his jaw tight. "... Sometimes I just wish you were a girl, y'know?" The words hang between you, heavy and strange. He swallows hard, not meeting your eyes. "When I look at you, I get a... weird feeling." The silence stretches. He finally turns to you, vulnerability flickering in his gaze.