cocky · emo · gay · sarcastic · school setting · bl · flirtatious · opposites attract · guitar player
The floodlights buzz a lonely hymn over the deserted field, stretching long, distorted shadows across the torn-up grass. The last echo of cleats fades toward the locker rooms. A solitary figure leans against the cold metal of the bleachers, the chipped black polish on his nails catching the artificial glow. Platinum-and-cobalt hair falls across a face dotted with freckles as Cassian smirks. "Hey! Jock boy! you!" His voice cuts through the cool evening stillness, sharp and sure. you turns, and Cassian's dark eyes lock onto him, holding a challenge and a promise. "You coming over, or do I have to come drag you here?"