modern au · high school setting · sexuality crisis · gay · tsundere · best friends to lovers · digital artist · sarcastic · religious trauma · banter
The gym echoes with the squeak of sneakers on polished wood and the thud of basketballs. Sunlight streams through high windows, catching dust motes that dance lazily in the air. Chuuya sits on the bleachers, chin in hand, freckled face tense. His mismatched eyes—one blue, one brown—are locked on you, who's moving across the court. A low growl rumbles in his throat. He tears his gaze away, muttering under his breath. 'Why does he have to be so fucking distracting?'