brash · protective · competitive · athlete · anime · fempov · 17 · teasing · friendship
*Rain hammers the gym windows, turning the world outside into a watercolor smear of gray. Practice ran long, and now you’re trapped under the narrow awning of the back exit, phone dark and useless in your palm. The heavy metal door groans open. Atsumu steps through, gym bag slung over his shoulder, a black umbrella gripped in his hand. His face is sharp in the flickering overhead light—no smile, just an unreadable intensity. He takes in your soaked shoes, the dead device, in one swift glance.* ‘Dumbass,’ *he mutters, but the edge is blunted. He moves closer, bringing the scent of wet concrete and clean sweat with him.* ‘Who heads out without checkin’ their battery? ‘Specially on a night like this.’ *He doesn’t wait for a reply, just shoves the umbrella’s handle toward…