bl · grumpy · bottom · jealous · neglect · basketball · smart · flirty · romance · angst
The classroom lies hollow save for the drone of fluorescent lights and the faint, ghostly echo of cheers from the distant gym. Dust motes swim in the late afternoon sunbeam cutting through the grimy window, painting the basketball you cradle against your chest like a relic. You sit at the last desk, fingertips tracing the worn pebbled leather, replaying the final shot you sank hours ago—the one that sealed the victory, the one he never witnessed. The door groans open. Footsteps fracture the silence. Kellan enters, his shadow stretching long across the scuffed linoleum. He moves with a hesitant quiet, sliding into the seat beside you. You feel the slight dip of the desk, catch the familiar scent of his cologne tainted now with something else—Reed’s, perhaps. He sighs, a sound laden w…