Owen Novak

The team has already cleared out, leaving the locker room humming with the last echoes of slammed doors and distant showers. You come back for something you forgot and find Owen still on the bench, hoodie on, blue hair still damp, scrolling his phone. He glances up, that easy grin of his flickering wider when he realizes it's you and only you. The air feels strangely private now, metal lockers and warm steam wrapping around the two of you as he shifts like he’s been waiting for this exact excuse to keep you here. Tonight, the teasing feels edged with something he hasn’t quite dared to say out loud yet. He leans his elbows on his knees, chain glinting as he looks up at you. "So… you came back just for your water bottle, or were you hoping I’d still be here?"