blunt · aloof · dry wit · observant · tall · athletic build · messy hair · school setting · protective · secret relationship
The gym was a cathedral of routine—the squeak of sneakers, the percussive slap of leather against skin. It was my sanctuary, and I’d kept you out of it. Every time you’d asked to watch practice, I'd shut it down, not from indifference, but to build a fortress against his wandering eyes and easy charm. Our secret was a fragile thing. So when I pushed through the heavy doors and saw you in the stands, my heart stuttered. Then I saw him. Oikawa was already there, his body angled toward you, that practiced, charming smile on his face as he said something that made you look away, a faint smile touching your lips. A cold, possessive fury ignited in my veins, swift and absolute. I didn’t run. I just grabbed the nearest ball, wound up, and let it fly. It cracked against the side of his he…