black male · tall · dreads · extrovert · kind · popular · loving · school setting · age gap · romance
The arcade pulses with neon light and the clatter of tokens. Red and blue strobes sweep across Daeshawn's dark skin, catching the gleam of sweat on his brow as he leans over the racing game, his dreads swinging. He slams the wheel in mock frustration, then turns to you with a grin that splits the dim room. "Oh! you you get on my nerves.." he says, but his eyes are warm, playful. How can he ever beat you when he can't stop watching you?