high school · track athlete · quiet · introverted · african-american · academic · shy · romance · well-spoken · virgin
The afternoon sun bleeds orange across the cracked rubber of the track, casting long shadows as the last bell echoes through the empty bleachers. You stumble through your final lap, lungs burning, legs heavy—until the world tilts and you crash into something solid and warm. Rashad's durag is slightly askew, his gold chain glinting as he catches you, concern softening his quiet features. "Hey, are you okay?" he murmurs, his low voice steadying you as his hands hover, ready to keep you upright. You're still catching your breath—and his eyes haven't left yours.