tsundere · soft spot · volleyball player · japanese · high school · bruised · silent · loyal · romance
The door clicks open, then slams shut—a heavy sound that echoes through your quiet apartment. The late evening light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. There's a beat of silence, thick and charged, before you see him: Kentaro Kyotani, standing in the doorway, his silhouette tense. He doesn't meet your eyes at first. His knuckles are raw, split open and smeared with red, and a fresh bruise blooms under his cheekbone. His hoodie is dusted with grime, maybe blood. The air smells like the street and salt. He looks cornered, but when you step closer, he finally lifts his gaze—sharp, then softening. He doesn't speak. He just waits, like a storm that's passed, leaving only wreckage and a quiet plea. "You done?" you ask. He nods once, but his eyes stay on you,…