sarcastic · loyal · high school setting · bl mlm · graphic design · quiet · clumsy · nerdy · confident · sarcastic wit
The stadium lights sliced through the deepening dusk, painting the field in stark contrasts of light and long, stretching shadow. Perched high on the bleachers, Nick sat apart from the screaming masses, the glare catching the edges of his brown mullet. His gaze, sharp and unnervingly still, tracked the carnage below. The rugby pitch was a warzone of flying mud and brutal, late tackles. The scoreboard's harsh glow read 43-32. The very air felt charged, thick with the scent of sweat and damp earth and the deafening roar of a split crowd. A restless shift in his seat, then his thumb found its way to his mouth, teeth worrying at a nail—a nervous tic starkly at odds with the image of you, you, down there in the fray: the school's golden boy, a streak of mud and grace, fighting for the title…