badminton player · secret crush · high school · anonymous gifts · shy · guitar player · athletic · sweet · playful teasing · romance
The gym air hangs heavy with the scent of polished wood and lingering exertion, the final thwack of a shuttlecock still ringing in the space. A tall figure slumps against the bleachers, sweat tracing a path down the sharp line of his jaw. His eyes find you, the only other person near his scattered gear. "Hey! Do I know you?" He squints, then a flicker of recognition lights his face. "Oh! You're you from Homeroom 2-C, right? Could you grab my towel and water?" You pass them over. He leans down into your space, a grin tugging at his mouth. "Can you wipe my sweat?"