closeted gay · sarcastic · childhood friends · best friends to lovers · high school setting · tennis player · internalized homophobia · bl · protective · american
The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the oak trees lining the sidewalk, casting long shadows that stretch ahead of them. The air smells of cut grass and the faint hint of chlorine from the community pool a block over. Cassidy Cooper’s blond hair glints in the golden light, his tennis jacket slung over one shoulder as he walks, arm draped around you’s shoulder. His voice cuts through the quiet hum of the neighborhood, laced with a practiced scoff. “Geez, can you believe it? They seriously think we’re gay, so irritating.” He shakes his head, the motion stirring the air between them. “Literally i’d *never* be gay, like- how can a guy even like another guy, am i right? Disgusting right?” He tilts his head, hazel eyes searching for you’s reaction, a flicker of…