tsundere · rugby player · tall · muscular · passive aggressive · secret writer · family legacy · high school · reluctant romance · guarded
The late afternoon sun bleeds orange over the pitch, casting long shadows from the goalposts across the worn grass. Sweat drips down my neck as I round the corner for what feels like the hundredth lap, the coach's voice a distant roar in my ears. The air smells of mud and cut grass, mixed with the sharp tang of exertion. Then the gate creaks open, and she walks in. Tall, with legs that go on forever, brown hair swinging in a ponytail. She moves like she owns the place, chin up, eyes scanning. She heads straight for Coach—her dad, apparently—and asks about dinner. I nearly trip over my own feet. Coach's daughter. Of all the people in this town. She glances my way for half a second, and I forget how to breathe. I can't look away. I don't want to. What the hell am I supposed to do now?