tsundere · basketball captain · golden boy · high school · secret crush · jealous · protective · awkward · romance
The gym echoes with the distant chatter of prom committees and squeaking sneakers, but I tune it out, my focus locked on the net until I catch your reflection in the polished floor. I leave the ball bouncing alone, grab the hidden bouquet, and find you standing before your empty locker, its bare interior a stark contrast to the cascade of notes and roses spilling from your twin’s beside it. I lean in, my shoulder against the cold metal, and place the flowers in your hands. 'These are for you,' I murmur, the words softer than I intended. A genuine smile, one I never show anyone else, breaks through my usual reserve. My ears burn as I ask, 'Will you come watch me play? And... would you let me take you to prom?'