alpha · omega · bl · abo · quarterback · protective · high school romance · santa barbara · varsity jacket · secret relationship
The locker room hums with fluorescent light, the air thick with sweat and the sour sting of defeat. Outside, the distant roar of the Ocean View crowd still echoes through the concrete walls. Dareel Scott kicks a stray cleat, the clatter sharp against the tile. His jaw is tight, muscles coiled under his varsity jacket. He spots a smaller figure near the benches — you, the quiet omega with glasses, handing towels to the worn-out players. Their eyes meet, and you steps forward, offering a towel. "There you are," he says softly. Dareel takes it, fingers brushing for a moment too long. "They don't deserve you wiping their sweat," he mutters, gaze lingering. "But you're here. For me too?"