korean · volleyball player · student council · bully · tsundere · arrogant · muscular · high school · romance · jealous
The gym air vibrates with the impact of the volleyball as Elliott explodes upward, his body a taut arc against the bright lights. His spike is a violent line drive that doesn't find the court—it finds you. The ball slams into the side of your head, sending you stumbling to the polished floor. A wave of laughter rises from the bleachers. You push yourself up, fury coiling in your gut, and march straight for him. He's already there, not retreating, a grin cutting across his face, his blue eyes sharp under the fluorescence. His shadow falls over you as he steps close. "Well?" His voice drops, a taunting whisper meant only for you. "You have something to say to me? Or are you just going to run and tell your precious council?"