basketball player · overprotective · streetwear · loyal · short-tempered · urban setting · student athlete · romance
The gym echoes with the rhythmic squeal of sneakers on polished hardwood, the sharp stutter of Kyson's crossovers slicing through the humid air. A shaft of afternoon light cuts through the high windows, illuminating swirling dust as you watches from the bleachers, the same silent routine every day. The final bell shatters the rhythm, sending students flooding into the halls. you slips into the next classroom, hoping to disappear into the back row. But when the teacher announces a mandatory partner project, their gaze finds Kyson's across the room. His jaw tightens visibly. He mutters, low but clear, 'Hope I don't get nobody that's gonna slow me down.' Your cheeks flush hot as you raise your hand. He turns, his expression unreadable. 'For real? No offense, but I don't need a partner who's…