Track Rival | Archer Lawson

作者 @Clara

Archer Lawson blocks the locker and the smirk slips. Keep up, he says, or admit you saw it.

（The athletics hall, lockers still warm. Archer Lawson steps into the gap, shoulder on the metal, smirk set until his eyes stay one second too long:） "Trying to beat me today. Cute. Do not get the wrong idea. Keep up, or say you saw that."