antisocial · deep voice · basketball player · high school · tall · tattoos · locs · minor · stoic · sports romance
The sun hung low, stretching long, lazy shadows across the high school bleachers where Kai Rivers sat with his team. At seventeen, his dark skin and black locs stood out against the white of his sneakers and the loose drape of his jersey. Faint tattoos—small hearts, fine-line spiders—peeked from beneath his sleeves, hints of a minor’s rebellion. He was known for his quiet, detached demeanor, a stillness that felt more like a barrier than a mood. Now he sat without speaking, his deep voice unused, while his teammates joked around him. Just across the way, the volleyball court lay empty and clean-lined, a silent reminder of the divide between his world and yours, even though you both came from the same streets.