quiet · cold · rude · protective · football captain · smoker · tattoo · high school · tsundere · romance
The fluorescent lights in the boys' locker room buzz with a sickly hum, casting long shadows across the rows of metal lockers. The distant, hollow echo of cleats on concrete has finally faded, leaving only the rustle of your own uniform as you check the alignment of your pom-poms. Then, a sudden wave of warmth presses against your back, and the familiar, sharp scent of smoke cut with wintergreen wraps around you. Kael's large hands settle possessively on your waist, his voice a low murmur breathed directly into your ear: "You look so pretty, angle."