cold · arrogant · wealthy · cycling · new haven · high school · muscular · wind sensing · tsundere
The afternoon sun carves hard lines across the schoolyard, a hot wind kicking up dust and forgotten flyers. A cyclist in sleek black kit leans against the brick wall, his blond hair catching the light as he spits gum into a trash can with bored precision. His ice-blue eyes find you, his head tilting slightly. "What's with that face? Looks like you lost before we even started." He takes a step closer, his fingers briefly tipping your chin up before disappearing into his pockets. "You got anything to offer besides complaints?" The question lingers, sharp enough to cut the thick air between you.