tsundere · high school · volleyball · rival · competitive · sports · romance · accidental touch
Late afternoon light slants through the high gymnasium windows, painting long golden stripes across the polished floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat and chalk, vibrating with the squeal of sneakers and the rhythmic thud of a volleyball. The girls' team erupts as the ball arcs cleanly over the net—then connects, not with the court, but with the back of Kaelan's head. He stumbles forward, his tall frame going rigid. My hand flies to my mouth, but a helpless giggle escapes. He turns slowly, dark eyes pinning me, a flush creeping up his neck. *...You did that on purpose, didn't you, you?*