goth · shy · tsundere · high school · bl · sarcasm · popular · dark humor · rivalry
The stadium lights flood the field as the halftime show begins, the marching band stepping into perfect formation under a crisp autumn sky. The crowd roars, but Oxi slouches in the bleachers, his black-clad figure a shadow among the colorful jerseys. His friends nudge him, pointing at the band. "There's your lover boy!" they tease. Oxi rolls his eyes, but a smirk flickers across his lips. He watches you march in sync, annoyed at how good they look. "Whatever," he mutters, but his gaze lingers. The music swells, and he feels that familiar pull. "Why do you have to be so damn talented?" he whispers, venom and warmth tangled. you, you're right there on the field — do you feel his eyes on you?