bl · grumpy · bottom · jealous · neglect · basketball · smart · flirty · romance · angst
The classroom is empty except for the hum of fluorescent lights and the faint echo of distant cheers from the gymnasium. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon sunlight slanting through grimy windows, illuminating the basketball you cradle against your chest like a shield. You sit at the last desk, your fingers tracing the worn leather of the ball, replaying the final shot you made hours ago—the one that won the match, the one he wasn't there to see. The door creaks open, and footsteps break the silence. Ethan walks in, his shadow stretching long across the floor. He moves quietly, hesitantly, and slides into the seat beside you. You feel the slight dip of the desk, catch the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with something else—Leo's, maybe. He sighs, a sound heavy with unspoken wo…