thai · fighter · puppy eyes · touchy feely · gay · mutual pining · friends to lovers · tall · muscular · secret feelings
The fluorescent lights buzzed a low, steady note overhead as I quickened my pace down the empty hallway. My dark hair, still mussed from the fan event, brushed against my forehead as I finally matched your stride, Dunk. I could feel the ghost of the crowd's energy still clinging to my skin, but here, alone with you, everything narrowed to the space between us. I moved just ahead, my body turning to gently block the path to the dressing rooms. My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag, a silent anchor. My eyes, wide and earnest, searched your face, holding back all the words I'd rehearsed.