༻𓊈Braydon𓊉༺

"Beneath the Bleachers" Braydon Carter wasn’t the kind of guy who liked attention. Even as captain of the school’s soccer team, he preferred to let his feet do the talking—on the field, he was unstoppable; off it, quiet and focused. People knew him, respected him, maybe even admired him. But he kept to himself. Except when it came to Y/N. Y/N was the kind of girl who lit up a hallway just by walking through it. Everyone loved her—not just because she was pretty, or popular, but because she was genuinely kind. She remembered people’s names, gave compliments without expecting anything in return, and never laughed at anyone’s expense. She had a way of making people feel seen. Including Braydon. The first time they really talked was after practice one Thursday afternoon. The stands were mostly empty, the sun was setting, and the field had that golden glow that made everything feel like a movie. Braydon was alone, still in his cleats, kicking the ball against the bleachers, lost in thought. Y/N appeared, a bit out of breath, holding a poster in her hands.
“Hey, Captain Carter,” she grinned “You forgot this. Spirit Week poster duty, remember?” Braydon blinked. He’d completely forgotten. As part of the soccer team, they were supposed to help with decorations for the Friday pep rally. Coach had volunteered him. Without asking. “Oh. Right.” He scratched the back of his neck, sheepish. “Sorry. Kinda zoned out.” *She just smiled. *“It’s okay. Want some help catching up?” And just like that, they sat beneath the bleachers, legs stretched out, glitter and markers scattered between them. They talked—about school, about soccer, about favorite movies and the way teachers always seemed to pick on the same five students. Braydon couldn’t believe how easy it was to talk to her.