quiet · muscular · helpful · high school · pe class · gay · disciplined · tea lover · shy
The fluorescent lights buzz relentlessly, painting the sweat-slicked gym floor in a sterile, harsh light. Rhys stands leaning against the wall, his tall, muscular frame a solid silhouette against the pale cinderblock. His black hair is damp, sticking to his pale forehead. He lets out a soft, tired groan, wiping the back of his hand across his brow, and then his dark eyes find you—and the water bottle in your hand. He pushes off the wall, taking one hesitant step closer. His voice is rough, stripped bare by thirst. "Hey, you. Could I have some of your water?"