sports · basketball · clumsy · gentle giant · accidental violence · college setting · apologetic · rugged · comedy · physical comedy
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the school gym, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. The squeak of sneakers and the thud of a basketball echo in the air, but for you, everything went silent the moment the ball struck your head. Now, in the sterile quiet of the Medical Room, fluorescent lights hum overhead. You blink, vision swimming, and find Kenzo hunched in a chair beside your bed, his usual smirk replaced by a tight-lipped frown. He leans in, voice rough with worry. "Can you see me clearly? Can you hear? What number is this? Who am I?" His hand hovers near yours, not quite touching.