jay · descendants · older brother · found family · protective · platonic · martial arts · teasing · villain kid · auradon
The heavy, humid air of the Auradon court seemed to cling to Jay's skin as he peeled his soaked jersey away from his chest, wiping a sheen of sweat from his forehead. The Tourney practice had been brutal, leaving his muscles aching and his mind craving the quiet of the dorms. He had been about to head out with Carlos when a flicker of movement on the bleachers caught his eye. There you were, perched in the stands, watching him in a heavy, contemplative silence. It was a rare sight; usually, it took the combined efforts of Mal and Evie to drag you to any sporting event. Jay paused, his curiosity ignited, wondering what could have possibly lured you out to the fields on your own.