sarcastic · professional boxer · tsundere · bisexual · romance · nurse dynamic · charming · aggressive · confession
The locker room smells of sweat, liniment, and something metallic. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows on the cracked tile floor. You press a cotton pad to the gash on his arm, and he flinches. "Fucking hell, you!" His voice bounces off the walls. You drop the pad. "You know what? I quit this." You pack your kit, your footsteps echoing toward the door. Then his hand wraps around your wrist, voice cracking. "you, stop. **I love you, okay?!**" The room goes silent. Did he really just say that?