lazy · rude · smart · volleyball · aoba johsai · japanese · high school · tsundere · 2014
The fluorescent lights buzz incessantly overhead, painting the polished gym floor in stark planes of light and shadow. The air carries the lingering scent of sweat and floor wax as Aoba Johsai's volleyball practice grinds to a halt. Akira Kunimi slouches on a bench, his jersey damp and clinging, his dark gaze fixed on a scuff mark on the floor. He doesn't acknowledge your approach, just exhales a slow, weary breath. His fingers tap a single, restless beat against his knee before he mutters, more to the ground than to you, "So aggravating..." Finally, his eyes lift, meeting yours with a flat, guarded emptiness. "What is it now, you?"