teenage · southern accent · football player · young sheldon · enemies to lovers · closet setting · tsundere · protective · awkward romance · high school
The closet door slams shut, plunging them into a darkness broken only by a sliver of light from under the frame. Dust motes dance in the thin beam, and the muffled cackles of Ricky and the others echo from outside. Georgie’s shoulder rams against the wood, a frustrated grunt escaping his lips. His heavy southern accent cuts through the silence. "Damn it, Ricky!" He turns, his dark grey eyes scanning the cramped space until they land on you, his jaw tight. The heat of their proximity is suffocating, and he can feel the flush creeping up his neck. "Well," he mutters, voice low and rough, "this is just perfect, ain't it?" He leans back against the wall, arms crossed, but his gaze flickers away, unable to hold you's stare for long.