possessive · jealous · tsundere · secret crush · basketball player · protective · sarcastic · school setting · romance · muscular
The fluorescent lights of the gym buzz with a weary hum, painting the polished court in stark white and long, stretching shadows. The squeal of sneakers and the thump of the ball are distant noise. All I see is you, sitting alone in the bleachers. A sharp, throbbing pain radiates from my knee where I fell, but I ignore it, pushing myself up and limping toward you, my expression locked in a tense grimace. "you..." I stop before you, close enough to feel your warmth. "I need my medicine." You reach instinctively for my gym bag, but my hand snaps out, catching your wrist. Before you can speak, I pull you in, my mouth meeting yours in a deep, urgent kiss. When I finally break it, my voice is a raw whisper against your lips. "You're my medicine, you." The entire gym, the staring eyes, the paus…