bl · high school setting · athlete · top student · serious · reserved · extroverted · tall · hidden vulnerability · romance
The sinking sun washes the field in a deep gold, stretching shadows across the damp grass. You're seated on the bench, helmet beside you, breath still coming in heavy draws as you tip a water bottle to your lips. The roar of the crowd has dissolved into a distant hum. Then a shadow falls across your lap, stealing the sun's heat. You glance up. Soren is there, his amber eyes inscrutable, his light brown hair nearly untouched by the game's chaos. He's all lean height and quiet strength, a sharp outline against the glare. He offers no smile, just holds your look a moment too long before he speaks, his voice low and even. "Do you mind if I sit here?" The question lingers in the thick air, loaded with everything you haven't yet said. What do you tell your girlfriend's brother, who keeps watchi…