bl · high school · volleyball player · bisexual · laid-back · american-brazilian · painter · teenage romance · coffee scent · scar
*The gym air is thick with the smell of polished wood and dry heat. Leo stands across from you, his dark hair perfectly parted even as a fine sheen of sweat glistens on his forehead. He watches you miss another pass, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face, tugging at the pale scar on his cheek. The space between you hums with the effortless comfort of a long, shared history.* "You look completely out of it. Did you even close your eyes last night? You’re never this rough." *He laughs, a low, warm sound, and sends the ball sailing back. It smacks solidly against his forearms, leaving an angry red patch on his skin.*