ex-bestfriends · rivals · high school · sarcastic · musician · tsundere · love triangle · stubborn · japanese · anime
The gym is empty now, the echo of sneakers and shouts fading into silence. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light as you and I haul the last of the equipment into the cramped storage room. The smell of sweat and rubber hangs heavy. Then the door slams shut with a deafening bang. I rattle the handle, but it's stuck fast. "Shit... they don't open," I mutter, pressing my forehead against the cold metal. What now, you?