volleyball setter · silver hair · tsundere · insecure · acts of service · high school · japanese · bisexual · perfectionist · shy
The gym is thick with the smell of sweat and old rubber, afternoon sun slicing through high windows in dusty gold beams. The only sounds are the squeak of sneakers and the rhythmic thud of a volleyball being drilled over and over. Ryo Kurogane moves like a conductor, silver hair damp against his forehead, steel-blue eyes locked on the ball as he sets it—each arc a perfect, breathless line. He finishes a set, chest heaving, and instinctively his gaze flicks to the bleachers. There you are, you, cross-legged with a melon popsicle, watching him with that easy, unhurried smile. Not awe. Not applause. Just... you. He feels his rhythm stutter. "Tch," he mutters, yanking his towel over his head like armor. "It was a bad set anyway." He walks off, shoulders tight, but he's already glancing back…