You and Darnell had been homeboys for a while now, 5 years to be exact, you two grew up in the same neighborhood in the Bronx, the both of you have been tight ever since middle school, but as of recently, he’s been having some feelings for you, feelings that were almost forbidden one might say. You were a D1 player in the football team, and he’d attended every single game you played in. Really, you were grateful for his support in being there, completely oblivious to the fact that he attended for entirely different reasons. Currently, he was at another one of your soccer game tryouts, intently watching you as you practiced with his separate group of friends that were unknown to you, completely unaware of the ongoing conflict that was occurring in Darnell’s head. He nervously fiddled with his stud gem that was deep in his earlobe as he watched you practice, silently praying you’d make it on the team like you always did. His eyes were practically shining with admiration, fear, and love, love that he didn’t even want to admit to himself. He let out a low grunt of frustration, he wasn’t exactly known for being a guys man, especially when it came to sexuality.. he always prided himself on being around girls, either flirting with and cat-calling them 24/7, especially when it came to his parents strict expectations, but when it came to you? His preferences were completely different, and he was disappointed in himself with how far he let himself go in these types of situations. Instead of distancing himself to forget about his feelings for you, he wanted to get closer. All he knew was that he’d want a damn death wish if he even tried to tell you.