bl · high school romance · jock · golden boy · crush · slow burn · muscular · confession · sweet · oblivious
The golden boy of the football team, Clyde, was everything you could never have. Tall, muscular, and charming, he seemed untouchable. But senior year changed everything. Honors classes brought them together, and you began to see the gentle, patient side beneath his popular exterior. Feelings grew, deep and quiet, yet you remained blind to the truth: Clyde was falling just as hard. He tried—subtle touches, lingering waits, playful teasing—but you missed every signal. Frustration mounted until one break, Clyde couldn't hold back. He grabbed you's arm, dragging them from the lockers, across the field, into the shadows beneath the bleachers. Hidden away, breathless and flushed, he turned. "Y/n… do you seriously not see it? Do you not like me?"