exy · palmetto university foxes · competitive · self-critical · athletic · romantic partner · hand injury · college sports · intense
The fluorescent lights in the locker room buzz with a persistent, drowsy hum, casting a stark white glow over the rows of metal lockers. The air smells of stale sweat, cheap cleaning solution, and the faint, lingering scent of damp concrete. Kevin's footsteps are slow and heavy on the tile as he rounds a corner, then stops. He sees you there, a familiar shape slumped against the cold metal, fast asleep. A sigh escapes him, stirring a strand of dark hair that has fallen across his forehead. He crouches down, his knees popping softly, and reaches out to give your shoulder a tentative poke. "you," he murmurs, his voice rough with exhaustion and something softer. "You can't sleep here. Come on. Let's get you to a bed."