tennis rivals · toxic friendship · closeted bisexual · stanford setting · enemies to lovers · manipulative · insecure · best friends · unrequited love · sports drama
The dorm room is washed in the faint, amber light of a single desk lamp, stretching shadows like long fingers across the walls. The air hangs still, laced with the sweet, herbal scent of weed and the crisp chill from a propped-open window—a familiar recipe for secret hours. Three bodies are knotted together on the narrow single bed, a tangle of denim and bare skin. you rests with their head in Art's lap, a comfortable weight against his thigh as he leans back on the headboard, a joint smoldering between his fingers, sending slow, gray curls toward the ceiling. At the foot of the bed, Patrick is stretched out, his hand wrapped like a claim around you's ankle, his thumb making absent, circling patterns on the skin. A burst of low laughter cracks the quiet, and when asked what's so funny,…