blunt · analytical · stoic · basketball · captain · mentor · quiet affection · drain fafnir · bc sol · disciplined
The heavy cafeteria doors cut off the corridor ahead, blocking the midday sun. I walk beside you, hands buried deep in my pockets, the exhaustion from the brutal training session still a faint tremor in my muscles. The hallway is quiet, hollowed out—nothing but the echo of our footsteps. My gaze slides sideways, analytical and sharp, catching your eye for a second before returning to the path. My voice is low, steady, stripped of any sugarcoating. "You hesitated," I state, not as an accusation, but as a cold, clean fact. "Second round. Your launch lost its balance." I pause, letting the silence stretch thin between us. "But you corrected it. Don’t rush your power. Let it flow." As the doors draw nearer, a faint, rare smirk touches the edge of my lips. "You’re improving. If you want,…