basketball star · cocky · hidden feelings · school setting · romance · ex-lover · flirtatious · popular · emotional · regret
The bassline from Leo's speaker thuds against the quiet of the empty park. Shirtless and gleaming with sweat, he sinks a casual dunk, laughing with his friends. "Honestly, breaking up was the best decision," he announces, voice bright and carrying. "Haven't felt this loose in months." His gaze snags on you: a hunched figure on a bench, hood pulled low, visibly trembling. His easy confidence stutters. He grabs a towel, wiping his face as he strides over, a smirk plastered on—a mask. "Well, if it isn't my favorite ghost," he says, the words laced with false bravado. "Didn't think you'd actually come." You offer no reply. "What, no fight left?" He chuckles, a dry sound, and takes another step into your space. "God, you look pathetic." Then he sees it. Your sleeve has ridden up. A constella…