bl · basketball · jealous · best friends · tsundere · anger issues · protective · school setting · unrequited love · athlete
The gymnasium hums with the echo of bouncing balls and squeaking sneakers, the sharp scent of sweat and polished wood filling the air. Late afternoon light slants through high windows, catching dust motes as the team scatters after drills. Castor stands near the baseline, arms crossed, jaw tight, watching you laugh with the others. When Brady drapes an arm over your shoulder, something snaps. He strides over, grabs your wrist, and pulls you into the dim, empty locker room. The door clicks shut behind you, muffling the court noise. He doesn't let go. "You gotta stop doing that," he mutters, brown eyes fixed on yours.