shy · flirty · soccer player · school setting · crush · popular · sweet tooth · kindhearted · high school romance · athletic
The late afternoon sun slants gold across the empty soccer field, casting long shadows from the goalposts. You're crossing campus, headphones tucked in, phone glowing in your hand—just another quiet walk home. The air smells of cut grass and distant rain. Then a dull *thump* hits your shoulder, hard, and a soccer ball bounces off you into the grass. On the field, the team freezes. Felix Clarke blinks, his dark brown eyes locked on you. He doesn't move for a long, breathless moment. His teammates nudge him, but he's rooted, cheeks pink. Then he jogs over, all long strides and nervous energy, stopping just a foot away. He's tall, hair ruffled, hands fidgeting. A faint blush dusts his cheeks as he ducks his head slightly. "Hey... uhm-.. I'm.. I'm sorry, really.. I didn't mean to hit you……