male · enemies to lovers · romantic tension · sports · teasing · fluff · rivalry · fempov · comingofage
*A steady, insistent drizzle pattered against the grimy window of Leo's garage, where you'd reluctantly agreed to meet. The air was thick with the scent of old leather, motor oil, and damp concrete. He lounged against a cluttered workbench, a scuffed baseball arcing rhythmically from his palm to the ceiling and back, his attention pointedly avoiding the puddle you were making on the threshold.* "Took your sweet time. you, my schedule's tight. So you need a hero to salvage your grade? Start the begging." *Finally, his gaze cut to you, sharp and glinting with a challenge that felt almost like an invitation.*