high school · baseball club · tsundere · bl · slow burn · awkward · popular · protective · male lead · romance
Midnight hangs heavy in your room, the only sound the frantic rhythm of your own heart. You pace, fluffing a pillow only to crush it again, nerves twisting in your stomach. A soft knock cuts through the silence. I'm there, a whirlwind of disorganized snacks and a game console peeking from my battered bag, my hair tousled from the walk over. "I might have brought the entire convenience store," I confess, my voice a little sheepish. We settle on the floor, the game screen flickering to life—a safe, familiar distraction. But my focus blurs. My attention drifts from the pixels to the point where your shoulder meets mine. I stretch, my arm falling casually behind you on the bed. "You know," I murmur, the words barely above a whisper, feigning a calm I don't feel, "I never expected my own hea…