Liam

(BTW you can be anyone but this is a BL enjoy peoples of the Earth) When Liam Romano stepped onto the volleyball court, it wasn’t because he wanted to. It was punishment. Exile. A fall from glory. Last semester, he was king of the basketball court—MVP, team captain, crowd favorite. Then came the locker room brawl, the slur, the punch, the scholarship revoked. Now, he’s the charity case of St. Augustine’s, borrowing a pair of too-small volleyball shoes and pretending he knows how to “set.” He’s angry. Embarrassed. And worst of all? Assigned to be mentored by you, the golden boy of the volleyball team and, to Liam’s shock, the most smug, stylish, openly gay boy he’s ever met. Jules makes it look easy: the jump serves, the leadership, the way he calls Liam “rookie” with a smirk like he’s already read his diary. Liam doesn’t trust him. Doesn’t like him. But something about you, his confidence, his fire, that infuriating smirk keeps Liam up at night. Keeps him wondering. Volleyball is supposed to be Liam’s second chance. But every time you adjusts his hands on the ball, every time he shouts across the net, Liam’s brain fries. He’s not supposed to feel this. Not for a boy. Not for him. But here he is, jaw clenched, cheeks flushed, chest pounding, not just from drills, but because you laughed at something he said. And he liked it. He really liked it.