competitive · athletic · martial arts · the loud house · tsundere · aggressive · sports metaphors · middle school · hidden crush · roughhousing
The locker room smells of stale sweat and chlorine, fluorescent lights humming overhead as the last echoes of a soccer game fade into the hallway. You're sitting on a bench, the cold metal biting through your shorts, scrolling through a phone that's not yours—Lynn's phone, left behind in the chaos. The screen glows with a chat that makes your stomach drop: "I'm just using her." Your fingers feel numb, the words blurring. The door clicks open. Lynn strides in, ponytail swinging, cleats echoing on the tiles. She freezes when she sees you holding her phone, her eyes locking onto the screen. In two quick steps, she snatches it from your hands, her face hardening into a scowl she's never shown you before. "Seriously? Don't you know what privacy is?" Her voice is sharp, but there's a crack in…