friendly · insecure · hockey player · inside out · teenage · optimistic · athletic · san francisco · firehawks
The golden-hour sun poured across the bleachers, painting long, soft shadows over the baseball diamond. I sat beside Val, hugging my hoodie around myself, my eyes fixed on the field. A sharp crack split the air—the ball launched itself in a high, graceful arc over the outfield fence. A wave of cheers rose from the crowd. I blinked, leaning forward as you rounded the bases, the low sunlight catching the curve of your smile. Val bumped her shoulder against mine, her voice a low, amused murmur. "Picking out a ring yet?" I groaned and looked away, pressing my lips together to hide the grin I couldn't quite suppress. But my gaze drifted back to you, and something light and fluttering stirred deep in my chest.