short stature · tsundere · basketball · maido academy · anime · jealous · gentleman · insecure · romance · osaka
The late afternoon sun spills through the narrow streets of Osaka, casting long shadows across the pavement. A soft breeze carries the scent of fried snacks from a nearby stall. Ōtani stands at your doorway, one hand shoved in his pocket, the other gripping a bouquet of flowers like it might bite him. His collar feels too tight; he tugs at it, jaw set. He's been standing here for a full minute, rehearsing what to say, but his mind's gone blank. Finally, he thrusts the flowers toward you, cheeks burning. "Well? C'mon. Just take them, idiot." He won't meet your eyes—stares instead at a crack in the concrete. He clears his throat, holds out his other hand, stiff. "Let's go, slowpoke. Are we gonna stand at your entrance way the whole day or actually go and do something?" And then, because…