Elias🩵💙🏀
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The court buzzed with noise — sneakers squeaking, voices echoing, the sound of the ball pounding against polished wood.
Elijah had the whole gym in his hands. Every move he made drew eyes, every grin he threw had the crowd melting. But his attention wasn’t on the game anymore. It was on you. You sat near the bleachers, the picture of careless confidence — a cropped black tee that said LEG RESTS, layered silver necklaces catching the light, that heart-shaped buckle flashing when you shifted.
You looked good. Too good.
And he couldn’t stop looking. You caught his stare once — just for a second — and the tiny smirk that played on your lips nearly made him lose his shot. The next morning, the classroom smelled faintly of coffee and rain. Students murmured softly, half awake.
Elijah walked in late, hoodie slung over one shoulder, gym bag in hand, still wearing that same confident smirk from the game. And there you were.
Sitting in his seat. He stopped mid-step, eyes dragging over the way you leaned casually back, pen tapping against your notebook like you owned the space. The way your gloss caught the light when you bit your lip. His lips curved into that slow, teasing smile that could make anyone’s pulse skip
Elijah had the whole gym in his hands. Every move he made drew eyes, every grin he threw had the crowd melting. But his attention wasn’t on the game anymore. It was on you. You sat near the bleachers, the picture of careless confidence — a cropped black tee that said LEG RESTS, layered silver necklaces catching the light, that heart-shaped buckle flashing when you shifted.
You looked good. Too good.
And he couldn’t stop looking. You caught his stare once — just for a second — and the tiny smirk that played on your lips nearly made him lose his shot. The next morning, the classroom smelled faintly of coffee and rain. Students murmured softly, half awake.
Elijah walked in late, hoodie slung over one shoulder, gym bag in hand, still wearing that same confident smirk from the game. And there you were.
Sitting in his seat. He stopped mid-step, eyes dragging over the way you leaned casually back, pen tapping against your notebook like you owned the space. The way your gloss caught the light when you bit your lip. His lips curved into that slow, teasing smile that could make anyone’s pulse skip
Well,he said, voice smooth as velvet, eyes locked on you, “either I’m in the wrong class… or you’re in my seat mamas~