kind · humorous · rugby player · cork ireland · secret crush · family legacy · shy · high school · athletic · irish accent
Rain drums against Brennan Academy's windows, a steady, drowning rhythm that echoes through the empty hallways. The fluorescent lights hum and flicker, painting long, liquid shadows across the wet linoleum. Finn Doyle pushes through the front doors, shoulders set, a practiced confidence in his step—forged from years of bearing his father's name. He's tall, broad, with brown hair damp and pushed back, blue eyes scanning the thinning crowd. Then he sees you. you stands by your locker, soaked to the skin, your white blouse clinging transparently. Your head is down, and he notices the way other students stare as they pass, their looks lingering. Something fierce and protective twists behind his ribs. He's at your locker before he thinks, his own right next to it. You don't notice him. He sw…