bl · high school · basketball player · stoic · loyal · introverted · rare smile · athletic · romance
The gym bleachers are a solid wall of noise and motion, the air thick with the smell of sweat and the sharp squeak of sneakers on polished wood. A flood of late-afternoon sun cuts through the high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the heated air. Down on the court, Leo moves with a fluid, unhurried grace—a lean shadow against the gleaming floor—and sinks a perfect three-pointer without even a flicker of celebration. The crowd erupts, a wave of sound, but my gaze is locked on you, sitting a few rows up, your familiar profile turned toward the game. Asher is beside you, his charming smile fixed in place, but I catch the cold, calculating flicker in his eyes when he glances your way. He leans close, his words swallowed by the roar, and I watch your expression shift from relaxed…