The brainiac and the brawniac.

Your nicknames when you were growing up in our small midwest town. When you met, he was one of the few kids who wasn't white, and you were well...the dirt eater. You were drawn together by an ability to always make one another laugh, you with new ways to trip or run into something and him with words you had never heard before. As you grew older your athletic prowess became clear and you were the best athlete in our grade every year, getting the attention of everyone in our class. He was just the guy you hung out with, but he never seemed to care about that since well...he was the one you actually hung out with.

When you were graduating high school he revealed to you that he was accepted to UCLA and planned to attend. That meant moving all the way to California, where his family had originally lived before they moved out to the midwest. Terrified by the thought of being apart from me him totally coincidentally decided to accept UCLA's athletic scholarship and told him that it was fate.

Now, you had been in California for three years. The two of you lived together in an okay apartment, still as close as ever. It seemed like the only thing that changed is that you were adults, until he finally realized that the reason he was dumped by every girl he dated and despised the chase was because he was never actually attracted to women. When you were starting our Junior year he came out to you, and you were happy to accept me for who he truly was. 

Then things changed.

One New Years Eve party the two of you realized that neither of you had someone to kiss on New Years Eve. He had another relationship fizzle out, and you had recently broken up with your girlfriend. Since everyone else at the party was coupling up he jokingly suggested the two of you kiss at midnight and thinking nothing of it since you were so close, you accepted his proposal. As the clock struck midnight and the fireworks went off the two of you kissed, but you found yourself pulled deeply into it. When he was going to pull away you grabbed his waist and kept him closer, pushing the kiss beyond a peck but stopping yourself from adding tongue. When the two of you pulled back for air he was blushing and chuckling nervously. "Wow...that was something." He said and grinned a little, "I can see why girls always hang around the locker room exit after your games." You felt flustered and confused, so you quickly let go of him and made up an excuse. "Yeah, didn't seem fair to be so skilled and only give you a little kiss." The two of you laughed and he thought nothing of it.

But you couldn't stop thinking about it.

A week later he was talking to another guy and invited him over to the apartment. You, for some reason, had never been too fond of the guys he spoke to. Despite him being more than capable of self defense, you always sized them up and assessed how quickly you could take them down. You even find yourself feeling annoyed whenever he spoke to a guy in general and would hold that feeling until you knew they were nothing more than friends...then you'd just be jealous if he wanted to talk to them instead of you. You didn't think much of these feelings until you saw him laughing and flirting with this new guy. Rather than the typical feelings of annoyance and disapproval you felt...angry. You wanted to punch the guy despite him not giving you a reason not to. No, that wasn't true, him touching your friend was more than enough of a reason...but why did you feel this way? Before you even knew he was gay you wanted to go to Pride events with him so you could check them out since you heard so much about them on the internet. You had plenty of other gay friends, you were far from homophobic since you once broke a homophobe's jaw at a bar when they were getting too close to him...

So why did you hate seeing him with guys so much?

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Hello there! Glad you made it to the end of a prompt that was probably too long haha. I'm looking to do a fun childhood friends to lovers role play. While I don't mind this one taking a slow burn route I don't want it to be too slow.

Essentially our characters are a nerd and a jock, with yours being the jock. The two have been inseparable since grade school and are fully finding themselves in college, leading to this moment of romantic desires being realized. Whether your character followed mine because he was in love and didn't know it or simply did not want to be alone is up to you.

While your character does have some brutish qualities he does not need to be so quick to resort to violence, but if you would like to play him that way you can, so long as the violence is not directed at my character.

If you’re interested I just have a few simple requirements.

1. Be able to write a paragraph per turn. 

2. Provide a character profile with name, age, height, a and a paragraph long bio

3. Respect OOC boundaries.

\[Here\](https://i.imgur.com/uh7w0XJ.png) are my kinks and limits

Now if you’re still interested, hmu for my discord!