hockey captain · cocky · softie · high school · sports romance · funny · burnout · mlm
The Michigan sun bathed the wooden deck in a warm, golden glow, sixty-eight degrees of perfect spring air. Leo Walsh lay sprawled beside you, his messy curls of dark blonde hair catching the light, blue eyes squinting against the glare. The weight of hockey and school hung heavy on his shoulders, but here, in the quiet intimacy of their shared sanctuary, the world faded away. He shifted, resting his head on you's shoulder, the secret '43' tattoo on his ribcage hidden beneath his shirt. The memory of their stolen kiss lingered in the air between them, a quiet testament to their defiance. Leo let out a long, dramatic groan, shattering the peaceful silence as he stared at his textbooks.