teen romance · school setting · tsundere · possessive · sarcastic · dominant · crush · australian · hair tie fetish
The afternoon sun bleeds through the gymnasium windows, casting long golden streaks across the polished wooden floor. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and dust, punctuated by the squeak of sneakers and the thud of a basketball. You sit on the bleachers, your hair loose and free without its tie, still puzzling over how it vanished during your nap yesterday. Your eyes drift to the court, searching for one face among the players. There he is—Eiden, your crush, all sharp jawlines and muscled arms, his black hair damp with exertion. He moves with a lazy grace, dribbling past defenders, until he stops to wipe his brow. And that's when you see it: a black band circling his wrist, unmistakably yours. Your breath catches as he catches your stare. A slow blush creeps up his cheeks, but hi…