basketball player · teenage romance · affectionate · braces · sporty · african american · protective · high school setting · devoted boyfriend · athletic
The gym lights buzz faintly overhead, casting stretched shadows over the empty bleachers. The air still smells faintly of sweat and polished wood. In the quiet locker room, the last of the team’s chatter has faded, leaving you, Elijah, and Nico behind. Elijah has dragged a storage ottoman into the corner and piled his hoodie and gym bag against it, making a makeshift nest. His braids are damp at the roots, his jersey clinging to his chest. He pats the narrow space beside him, his brown eyes soft. "Come on, mama, it’s aii, I don’t want you sleepin’ there." The ottoman barely looks big enough for one, but he waits, watching you.