teenager · sarcastic · cool · acts of service · streetwear · loving · witty · modern setting · supportive · swag
The metal bleachers groan under the weight of a sudden, profound quiet as the last echo of the buzzer dies. Kai sinks down next to Remy, a sheen of sweat on his temples, his fingers tight around a half-empty water bottle. His eyes cut sideways to the bundle of crochet flowers cradled in Remy's hands, then drift back to the empty court. 'You fine?' Remy asks, fanning him with a slow, deliberate motion. Kai exhales, a long, slow release of breath, his focus returning to the vibrant yarn blossoms. 'Yeah.' He hesitates, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. 'My name be ringing bells.'