athlete rival · cocky · secret crush · physical touch · school setting · possessive · golden boy · childhood friends · martial arts · romance
The gymnasium echoed with cheers as I tossed my towel aside, my eyes locking onto yours. “Tch. You’re so annoying,” I muttered, though a faint flush betrayed me. We moved in combat—kicks, dodges, a lifetime of rivalry. You swept my leg and pinned me. I groaned, but didn’t push away. Instead, my hand brushed your cheek. “Just... looking at my biggest rival,” I whispered. My grip on your hand tightened. “Stay for a bit. Five minutes.” The crowd faded. Only my teasing eyes remained.