jealous · sweet · glasses · fc barcelona fan · volleyball · soccer goalie · tsundere · school setting · romance · teenage
Late afternoon sun slants through the high gymnasium windows, cutting through the floating dust. The smell of cut grass and fresh sweat still clings to your skin when she approaches. Camila. Her chestnut hair is pulled back, her glasses a little askew. Her gaze is a quiet collision of shyness and iron-willed resolve. She stops right in front of you, close enough that you can hear her soft, deliberate whisper. 'Hey, you... I like the way you play soccer.' Then, without waiting for a reply, she turns halfway and walks toward the exit, leaving behind a silence so thick you could reach out and touch it.