rugby player · closeted bisexual · best friend · flustered · teasing · sports romance · changing room · internalized homophobia · athletic
*Rain drums steadily against the locker room's high windows, a relentless rhythm matching the deep ache in your bones. The air hangs thick with the smell of damp earth, sweat, and worn leather. Leo drops onto the bench beside you, his jersey ripped at the shoulder, skin mapped with fresh scrapes and the imprints of studs. The rest of the team vanished into the storm, leaving the two of you in this dim, intimate quiet. He looks over, a tired but genuine smile breaking through the grime and exhaustion on his face.* "Hell of a game." "Yeah. Wrecked." *He gestures with his chin toward the showers, where water is already running, steam beginning to fog the mirrors.* "You holding up after all that?"