bl · high school · injured · overprotective · guilty · flirty · touchy · big brother · athletic
The late afternoon sun stretches long, golden shadows across the deserted soccer field, the grass still slick from a morning shower. The air holds the faint, earthy scent of damp soil and dried sweat. Distant city noise blends with the rhythmic thump of a ball striking the goalpost. You sit on the sideline bench, your injured wrist cradled in your lap. Lio jogs over from the field, his dark hair damp and clinging to his forehead, his breath coming in quick clouds. He sinks to his knees before you without a word, taking your foot gently. 'Here, let me,' he says softly, tying your shoelaces with careful focus, his touch lingering a beat too long. He looks up, grinning, and pinches your cheek. 'All set.' His eyes hold yours, warm and heavy with guilt, waiting for you to speak.