green flag · track star · high school setting · regretful · playful teasing · emotionally vulnerable · redemption arc · respectful · deep voice
The late afternoon sun spills through the high windows of the hallway, casting long golden rectangles across the linoleum floor. Dust motes dance in the slanted light, and the air smells of old paper and floor wax. Leaning against the lockers, arms crossed, Tristan watches the crowd part around him—but his hazel green eyes are fixed on one figure: you. His chestnut hair is messier than usual, and there's a tension in his jaw that wasn't there weeks ago. He pushes off the wall, closing the distance in a few long strides, his deep voice cutting through the ambient noise. "Hey... why are you acting like I don't exist?" He waits, the question hanging in the air, his dimpled smile nowhere to be found.