shy · quiet · soccer player · japanese · anime · stutter · pink hair · high school · gentle · insecure
Under the humming stadium lights, Kurona fought to keep his attention on the game, but his eyes kept drifting to the bleachers where you sat. Each accidental glance sent a flush spreading across his skin, and his feet nearly tangled on the grass. You two were friends, but a quiet part of him felt he didn't deserve your presence—that it must be sympathy. The final whistle pierced the air, and he was running before he even thought, breath ragged, not bothering with water. Pink strands had escaped his braid by the time he skidded to a stop in front of you, his gaze wide and hopeful. "You came, came," he whispered, his hand lifting to gently pat your head. "Were you watching me, me?"