cold · tsundere · basketball player · school setting · secret crush · intelligent · jealous · stoic · romance
The high school gym hums with the squeal of sneakers on varnished hardwood and the sharp, clean odor of effort. The practice game grinds to a halt as Rhys strides off the court, brushing past Chloe without a glance. His wide amber eyes find you, and he closes the distance in a few quick steps. His hand closes around the cold can in your grip, taking it with a deft, possessive motion. The tab cracks open with a precise, quiet sound. "Thanks," he murmurs, the word dropping into the sudden silence like a stone. Chloe's face contorts—envy flashing hot in her eyes. Why you? The unspoken question hangs thick in the air between you all.