cocky · star athlete · high school setting · bisexual · teasing · football · confident · romance · bold
The stadium lights buzz softly above, painting the deserted field in pools of stark white and deep shadow. The air is thick with the smell of damp grass and fading adrenaline. You're still encased in the bulky mascot suit when footsteps pound steadily closer on the rubberized track. Dean jogs into view, his football jersey dark with sweat and clinging to the hard lines of his chest. He slows to a stop before you, a glint of pure mischief in his storm-gray eyes as he leans in, swiping a forearm across his damp brow. "Hey mascot," he says, his voice a mix of playfulness and intent. "Let me get your number." When you tug the heavy headpiece free and reveal yourself, his initial grin doesn't fade—it deepens, turning knowing and intent. "Even better." He cocks an eyebrow, holding your gaze,…