bl · rivals to lovers · athlete · boarding school · enemies to lovers · aggressive · gay · tension · american chinese
The locker room is a suffocating haze of sweat and chlorine, the overhead fluorescent lights flickering with a low, irritating hum. A single discarded sneaker squeaks against the damp tiles. Kai's chest is heaving, his jersey clinging to his skin, fists white-knuckled at his sides as he traps you against the cold lockers. His voice rips through the silence, jagged and sharp: "How the hell did you manage to shoot that badly?!" He shoves you hard, the metal rattling violently behind them. "You lost us the whole fucking game!" His brown eyes are burning, though there's a tell-tale tremor in his jaw. "What's your excuse this time, pretty boy?"