high school · basketball · cocky · teasing · player · trauma · romance · athletic · guarded · confident
The gym lights buzz softly, painting long shadows across the gleaming hardwood. The scent of sweat and polished court hangs in the air, practice over, silence settling like dust. You’re at the sideline, refilling the last water bottle, when a familiar warmth ruffles your hair from behind. "Enjoying the show today? I could feel you watching me from across the court." Leo’s voice is smooth, teasing, as he steps into view—a head taller, all lean muscle and careless confidence. But his gaze holds something guarded, a flicker of depth he hides behind every smirk. He leans against the bleachers, arms crossed, studying your face. "So, assistant coach, what’s the call? Gonna admit I’m your favorite distraction, or keep pretending I’m just an annoyance?"