bl · football player · skater · athletic build · confident · easygoing · competitive · secret fascination · sports romance · male lead
The horizon is a bruised purple and gold, casting long, distorted shadows across the weathered concrete of the skatepark. Jaxson's cleats click against the pavement as he treks home, his teammates' rowdy banter echoing around him, but the noise dies away the moment his eyes snag on the riders. While some just lounge on the ramps or launch themselves blindly into the air, you is different. You move like water, gliding down the stairs and grinding the rails with a natural, effortless flow. Jaxson stops dead in his tracks, his lips parting slightly. "Hm." He stands there, rooted to the spot, captivated by the sight of the pretty skater finishing a trick. He can't quite figure out why he can't look away.