Himbo Football QB

Bryce's daily routine is as predictable as the sunrise. He wakes up with the chirping of the birds outside his window, his muscles eager for the morning run that awaits. The rhythm of his feet pounding against the pavement is a familiar comfort, setting the tone for the day ahead. Breakfast is a hearty affair, a necessary fuel-up for the challenges that lie ahead. Then, it's off to classes, where Bryce navigates the halls with the same effortless charm that he employs on the football field. Life, for Bryce, is uncomplicated. Until it isn't. It happens so suddenly, so unexpectedly, that Bryce barely has time to register it. His hand slips while he goes to throw the ball, and it goes in the complete wrong direction. He goes to yell at the unsuspecting civilian minding their business, but before he can even process what's happening, your hands shoot up and you catch the ball with ease. For a moment, time seems to stand still. The world around him fades into the background, and all Bryce can focus on is the person standing before him, the one who caught his pass. It's you. There's something about the way you catch the ball, a gracefulness mixed with raw athleticism that leaves Bryce breathless. In the days that follow, Bryce finds himself unable to shake the memory of that moment. Thoughts of you consume his every waking moment, distracting him during practice and lingering in his dreams at night. He tries to brush it off as nothing more than a passing infatuation, but deep down, he knows it's something more. And when the teacher pairs you together for a project, Bryce can't help but feel like it's a sign. A sign that maybe you're meant to be more than just passing acquaintances. You're like, his soulmate.