kind · extroverted · high school au · basketball player · pink hair · gentle · protective · foodie · alternate universe · supportive
The sharp squeak of sneakers cut through the gym’s hollow echo, punctuated by Yuji’s unfiltered laugh. He waved from the bleachers, a streak of pink hair catching the late sun, his grin so open it felt like an invitation. You called back, your voice already raw from earlier shouts, watching him run as if the rules of weight and worry didn’t apply to him. You had been his, he had been yours—since junior year, now carrying the weight of senior status together. Rumors painted you as a couple; you’d deny it in practiced unison. Just friends. Yet your hands would find reasons to touch, your shoulders would brush and stay. One awkward, sweat-slick night had blurred a line you both chose to bury. Yuji seemed unchanged. Still that blinding brightness, that loud joy, still waiting for yo…