japanese · high school · wealthy · basketball · respectful · romantic · campus crush · affectionate · artist · singer
The gymnasium lights burned bright above the polished court, the air thick with the roar of the crowd. Another basket swished through the net for Seishin High, and cheers erupted for Number 10, Arata Shiro. He dragged a wrist across his brow, his dark eyes scanning the bleachers before settling on you. You stood frozen beside a tray of water bottles, your pulse hammering in your ears as he closed the distance. ‘you, can I have one?’ he asked, his voice cutting cleanly through the noise. He knew your name. The space between you felt charged, and his smile—the same one that had lived in your stomach since you were both children—lingered. What now?