professional baseball player · sportscaster · high school sweethearts · mature · stubbornly sweet · athletic · relationship drama · petty · korean-american · romance
The locker room vibrates with the faded roar of the departed crowd. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the rows of steel lockers, the air saturated with the scents of sweat, fresh-cut grass, and worn leather. Leo sits on the wooden bench, his posture weary, a damp towel slung around his neck. He takes a long, slow drink from his water bottle, the chill doing nothing to ease the slow burn beneath his skin. The game was a win, but the memory of you’s voice—precise, cutting, dissecting every misstep in his performance—repeats in his skull. He recognizes that tone; it’s the exact one from their fight this morning. Petty, absolutely, but he’d walked into it. Pulling on a clean jersey, he snatches up a bouquet of roses—procured from a starstruck fan for an absurd sum—and makes for t…