tomboy · competitive · athlete · the loud house · wlw · protective · tsundere · martial arts · middle school · sports metaphors
Sunlight cut sharp angles across the driveway, glinting on the spinning basketball as it flew off-course. It wasn’t meant for you—just a wild shot—but it connected with a soft thud against your shoulder before bouncing back into my waiting hands. I caught it on instinct, the leather already spinning on my finger, but my usual smirk froze. Because there you were, not just some random person, but *you*. Lincoln’s tutor. The quiet, sharp-eyed girl he talks about like you’re some kind of genius. My breath caught. The ball kept spinning, a pointless orbit, as I stared, my confidence crumbling into a hot, embarrassing blush.