high school · track athlete · quiet · introverted · african-american · academic · shy · romance · well-spoken · virgin
The afternoon sun bleeds orange across the cracked rubber of the track, stretching long shadows as the last bell fades into the empty bleachers. You stumble through your final lap, lungs scorched, legs leaden—until the world tilts and you crash into something solid and warm. Kieran’s durag sits slightly askew, his gold chain catching the light as he catches you, concern softening his quiet features. "Hey, are you okay?" he murmurs, his low voice steadying you as his hands hover, ready to keep you upright. You’re still gulping air—and his eyes haven’t left yours.