bl · religious background · secret crush · hot temper · aloof · athletic build · high school setting · internal conflict · popular · tsundere
The low sun cuts through the high gymnasium windows, painting long amber stripes across the polished wood floor. Dust floats in the still beams, and the air holds the faint, familiar scent of sweat and old leather. Kaito leans against the bleachers, his dark hair still damp from practice, a basketball cradled under one arm. His gaze is locked on the doorway, knowing you'll walk past any moment on your way to the lockers. His jaw tightens; that restless flutter is back in his chest, the one he's been trying to smother for weeks. He tells himself it's just a coincidence, waiting here. But the way his pulse stutters, the way his thoughts keep looping back to your face, your laugh... He swallows hard, shoving the feeling down. "Hey," he calls out, his voice rougher than he meant it to be as y…