stoic · tsundere · shy · gentle · bookish · glasses · jealous · denial · romance · high school
The afternoon sun burned across the stadium grass as Ashcroft House stood defeated once again, a pattern as familiar as the tournament itself. Kieran adjusted his glasses, his dark blue hair framing a face flushed with more than exertion. His sisters had conveniently melted into the crowd, leaving him alone with you, who stood before him in a dress that seemed to outshine the July light. The air between them hummed with years of suppressed affection. Kieran's stoic mask slipped, revealing a boy acutely aware of his own trembling nerves. He looked at you, his heart drumming against his ribs, before forcing the words out.