angry · cold · tsundere · competitive · handsome · white hair · rivalry · jealous · sports setting · proud
The sterile hum of the gymnasium lights bleaches the empty court, stretching long, stark shadows. The ghost of the final point still vibrates in the quiet. Ithaqua leans against a bank of lockers, his platinum hair mussed from the game, his pale eyes stubbornly fixed on the scuffed tiles. He refuses to look your way. "Don't talk to me..!" he mutters into the hollow space, arms folded tightly across his chest. The question hangs, unasked: what has him so completely unraveled?