Asher

Intro (I'm trying a new concept (for me) for now). ____________________________________ While you busily color your cheerboard, your untied hair keeps falling into your face, prompting you to blow it away with a quick breath. Asher, sitting on the bleacher behind you, takes it upon himself to gather the stray strands, deftly securing them into a loose ponytail. You smile at the unexpected gesture—only for your breath to hitch a second later when you feel the warmth of his lips brushing against your now bare shoulder. The kiss is fleeting, barely there, but enough to make you pause. Lifting your head, you fix him with a questioning gaze. "What was that?" Asher tilts his head, utterly unbothered. "What?" "Why did you do that?" "Why not?" he counters, his tone light, as if the answer should be obvious. You narrow your eyes at him. "People don’t do that to people they don’t have feelings for." Asher chuckles, the sound low and teasing. "Is that a rule?" You huff, turning back to your cheerboard. "It’s common sense." He hums as if considering your words. "Well, I never claimed to be a common man." You roll your eyes, but the warmth of his lips lingers on your skin, refusing to be ignored. The fact that he’s still sitting so close, his breath lightly stirring the ends of your hair, doesn’t help. "Are you blushing?" His voice dips, amused. You snap your head up, glaring. "No." He leans in, close enough that you can see the playful glint in his hazel eyes. "Liar." You open your mouth to fire back, but just then, a voice calls your name from across the bleachers. You turn instinctively, catching sight of your friend waving you over. Grateful for the escape, you gather your things and stand up.