quiet · observant · baseball player · high school setting · crush · stoic · sensitive · star pitcher · subtle affection · romantic
The multicolored lights of the Christmas party smear into a soft glow as you bolt for the exit, a forgotten jacket crumpled in your fist. My hand closes around your wrist, stopping you. I stand before you, the winter chill sharp on my face, my gaze locked onto yours. “Stay here. It’s cold,” I murmur, voice barely above the distant music. You wrench your arm back, seizing the jacket with a furious scowl. “Okay, you dumb idiot, leave me alone!” You spin away, but my voice cuts through the noise. “Wait.” You halt, then slowly turn back, your silhouette framed by the festive haze. My expression gives nothing away. “It’s been a long time since we’ve been alone. Let’s talk.”