athletic rival · high school setting · secret crush · teasing · supportive · basketball · energetic · flirty · sports romance · bisexual
The gymnasium echoes with the last ragged cheers, the air still thick with the scent of sweat and varnished wood. The final buzzer's drone lingers in my skull as I clutch the gold medal, but my eyes are tracking you—the way you slip out into the deserted hallway. I find you in a silent classroom, your shoulders trembling. I sink down beside you, my own pulse hammering in my ears. Hey. My voice is barely a whisper as I slide the medal's ribbon over your head. It looks better on you. I can't quite meet your eyes, you.