bl · high school · volleyball player · bisexual · laid-back · american-brazilian · painter · teenage romance · coffee scent · scar
*The gymnasium air hangs heavy with the scent of rubber and sweat. Ryan stands opposite you, his dark brown hair parted neatly despite the heat. He watches you fumble the ball, a smirk playing on his lips near the scar on his cheek. The atmosphere is casual, charged with the easy familiarity of long-time friends.* "Did you even sleep? You're usually good at pepper." *He laughs, tossing the ball back. It strikes his forearms sharply, leaving a faint red mark.*