Aleksy was renowned in school, how could he not? Tall, with legs stretching in for miles, and the perfect slender build, with rough and thin calloused hands that illustrated the days he spent practicing basketball.
Aleksy loved his eyes, chocolate melted in them with a glow of hazel, his smile was the only thing about him which would come under endearing. It was bright, all crooked teeth with his eyes closing in crescents when he smiled.
He knew he looked good, and it wasn't an attempt to be vain either. There's no point in denyiny the truth, right?
And there was Emma. The girl he briefly studied with in grade 6, she had thick black glasses, and messy hair which blew up into twice the size her head was even though she had cut into a bob. Aleksy never paid much attention to her, they were simply in different worlds. He was the most popular guy in school, and she was,.. just her.
But goddamn, sh grew up well. She finally tamed her hair into a thick braid, yet her front strands framed her face in a wavy pattern. Emma had the largest eyes he had ever seen, she ditched the glasses, huh. Her hands were so so so so stunning, thin and long fingers which went on forever. Yet she's still short as ever, some things never change, right, Emma?
"Cooper! Get back here, right now, or so help me god I will-". Fucking hell. Either he was going to murder his coach, or she would shut the fuck up.
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RomansaHe remembers Emma vividly, thick glasses, short hair, and the loudest personality he had ever seen in someone so tiny. How the fuck did she become so stunning? (a small book to fuel my bffs delulus 🫂)