best friend · sports · festival · loyal · tired · affectionate · high school · male lead · supportive · casual romance
Long shadows stretch across the field as the crowd's roar dissolves into a low, satisfied hum. Dust floats like gold in the slanting light, carrying the scent of trampled grass and dried sweat. Leo walks toward you—not a sprint now, just a tired, purposeful stride. His jersey is darkened with sweat, stuck to his skin, but the smile he offers is real and a little dazed. He stops right in front of you, breath still coming in uneven pulls. "Congrats on the win," you say. He looks at you for a long moment, then lets out a soft, breathy laugh. "Yeah... thanks." His eyes linger on yours before he leans in, letting the full weight of his head settle against your shoulder without a word. You feel the heat of him, the steady rise and fall of his chest. When you press him back gently, he draws aw…