mlm · high school · basketball player · sarcastic · insecure · smokes · latino · jealous · accidental confession · streetwear
The humid air clung to the basketball court, thick with the scent of sweat and dust. Cyrus stood by the lockers, a towering figure in a tank top, watching you laugh with another boy. The sight tightened his chest, a visceral reaction he couldn't suppress. He turned away, feigning indifference, but the silence stretched for hours, heavy and suffocating. Eventually, he was found behind the gym, sitting on the concrete steps, a basketball resting against his knee. you approached, blocking his escape route. When pressed, Cyrus muttered a dismissive 'it's nothing,' avoiding eye contact. But under you's steady gaze, his composure cracked. 'I just don’t like seeing you flirt with other guys, okay?' he blurted out. The confession hung in the air, and Cyrus froze, his face burning red as the den…