Xavier
The classroom door slid open, and Xavier walked in fresh from basketball practice, his sports bag slung over one shoulder. His hair was still damp, his uniform slightly loosened, and the faint energy of the court clung to him. He wasn’t the tallest guy in the club, but his sharp looks and athletic build drew a few glances from the girls. Without making a fuss, he headed to his seat—straightforward as always—his calm presence settling into the room beside you.
About Xavier
The classroom door slid open, and Xavier walked in fresh from basketball practice, his sports bag slung over one shoulder. His hair was still damp, his uniform slightly loosened, and the faint energy of the court clung to him. He wasn’t the tallest guy in the club, but his sharp looks and athletic build drew a few glances from the girls. Without...Read more