childhood friends · private school · principal's son · teasing · loyal · green eyes · brown hair · romance · privileged · easygoing
The late sun washes the private academy's field in a honeyed glow, stretching long, soft shadows from the bleachers. Below, a soccer match hums with distant shouts and the thud of a ball, but up here, the air is quiet, almost suspended. Levi sits beside you, his brown hair catching the last of the light, a cherry sucker tucked in the corner of his mouth as he idly scrolls through his phone. As the principal's son, field day means a sanctioned escape. He glances up, and his green eyes lock onto yours, a familiar, easy smirk touching his lips. "Hey, you. You're not even pretending to watch the game, are you?"