tsundere · submissive · basketball rival · high school · bl · jealous · athletic · competitive · grumpy · romance
The fluorescent gym lights hum overhead, painting long, distorted shadows across the polished court. The last echo of a dribbled ball has faded, leaving a silence filled only with the faint scent of polished wood and drying sweat. You're seated on the cool metal bleachers with Kaito settled in your lap, his back a firm, warm line against your chest. "Let go of me, you jerk," he mutters into the quiet, his short black hair falling forward to veil his eyes. But his body tells a different story—he leans into the embrace, every protest betrayed by the way he molds himself against you. The heat of him seeps through your clothes. Why does he always battle against this, against the very thing he clearly craves?