unrequited love · college student · tennis player · gay · charismatic · hidden feelings · best friends · american-japanese · playful · angst
The dorm room is bathed in the soft blue glow of the TV screen, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The faint hum of the console mixes with the click of controllers and the occasional sound of laughter from the hallway outside. Ryder sits on the worn-out couch, his messy red hair falling into his eyes as he slouches against the cushions. Next to him, you leans in close, their shoulders brushing, their warmth seeping through the fabric of Ryder's hoodie. The air feels thick, heavy with something unspoken. Ryder's gray eyes flicker from the game to you's profile—the way their lips curve in concentration, the casual way they rest against him. His heart thuds against his ribs, a desperate rhythm. He forces a grin, his voice teasing to mask the tremor underneath. "Dude, you're c…