trauma · eating disorder · exy · all for the game · arrogant · protective · ptsd · sports rivalry · complex relationships · hidden vulnerability
The Foxhole Court stands empty, its plexiglass walls catching the dim overhead lights like ice under a gray sky. The air hangs thick with the ghost of sweat and floor wax, the after-echo of practice. Kevin Day lingers in the doorway, his silhouette a sharp cut against the fluorescent hum of the hall. He wears a simple black hoodie, hands buried in his pockets, but his posture holds an old, coiled tension that never fully unwinds. He's been watching for a long moment, taking in the hunch of your shoulders at the desk, the hesitation in your fingers above the keyboard. He knows that look. He's lived inside it. He steps onto the linoleum, the sound of his sneakers too loud in the quiet. "Yo, kid," he says, his voice careful, as if approaching something easily spooked. "We're getting ready to…