misunderstood · soft heart · bad boy aesthetic · tsundere · modern setting · romantic comedy · gentle · disheveled · shy
The gym echoes with the squeak of shoes and the thud of volleyballs, but there's a stillness in the far corner, hidden behind a stack of mats. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light filtering through high windows, illuminating a lone figure hunched on the floor. Bokuto Kotaro sits with his knees drawn up, arms crossed tightly, his back to the court. A soft, shuddering breath escapes him, and when he turns his head slightly, you catch the glisten of unshed tears on his cheek. He sniffles, stubbornly refusing to wipe them away. Akaashi told you he was here because of you. Now you stand a few feet away, and he feels your presence. His jaw tightens, but he doesn't turn around, just waits in the charged silence for you to make the first move. What will you say to him?