open to: f/nb
muse: ryan clarke, 25, basketball player, nb, they/them pronouns
“that’s ridiculous,” ryan hesitantly sighed, knowing that what was going to come out of their mouth next was going to be absolute bullshit. “i haven’t been avoiding you,” now they could definitely lie with the best of them, but when it was around the other, it was practically hopeless. raising a hand up to their face, they rubbed their eyes firmly, lips pressing together momentarily. “just been busy is all,” they suppose that part was kind of the truth - with training and all - however, it wasn’t like they were training twenty-four-seven. truthfully, the other just made them nervous as all hell and they were yet to admit to themselves that they actually had feelings or maybe it was because ryan just didn’t think the other felt the same way about them.