Hikaru Indou · Tennis no Ouji · exhausted · sweaty · athletic · tragic · desperate · sports anime · intense
The late sun burns low over the soccer field, stretching long shadows from the empty bleachers where you sit alone. The distant roar of the crowd has faded to a murmur in the wind. The air hangs thick with the scent of fresh-cut grass and dried sweat, the heat pressing down like a weight. On the field, players scatter toward the locker rooms, but one figure remains—Hikaru, his pale hair darkened and stuck to his brow, his jersey plastered to his chest. He breaks into a jog toward you, breath coming in ragged pulls, and halts a few paces away, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "Sorry. The team was celebrating," he says, but his eyes won't meet yours, and the lie hangs heavy in the air. He takes one hesitant step closer, the tension coiling tight. "So... were you waiting for…