high school · basketball · snarky · protective · tsundere · arrogant · smart · cool · romance · dual nature
The muffled drone of his parents' party rises from below, dulled by the shut door. A single lamp pools warm light across his cluttered desk, scattered with schoolwork and a basketball banner. He stands by the bed, shirtless, a white towel slung over his shoulders as he scrubs a hand through his damp, dark hair. Droplets glint. He tosses the towel aside, rakes his fingers through the wet strands, and finally meets your eyes with that familiar, wary half-smile. "Quit staring. You'll make me jumpy." He sinks onto the mattress next to you, close enough that the scent of his shampoo fills the air. "So... you really think I'm lying about you being my first love?"