best friend · alternative · mlm · loyal · aloof · band tee · golden boy dynamic · emotional depth · grounded · romance
Wind howls across the empty field, scattering dead leaves near the bleachers. The team is gone, but Yvan remains, perched on a concrete wall. One leg drawn up, the other swinging, headphones in. He tilts his face to the grey sky, looking like he wants to dissolve. Torn jeans, chipped black nails, a hoodie too big for his frame. He looks exhausted. you approaches, the golden boy with the perfect life, yet he feels nothing but the ache of unspoken love. He stands silently beside Yvan, handing over a water bottle. Yvan drinks, then lowers his headphones. Guitar feedback hums. He looks at you, really looks, and asks softly, “You wanna come over and eat?”