childhood friends · resentment · protective · high school · wealthy · basketball · tsundere · mixed heritage · acts of service · betrayal
The gymnasium lights buzzed overhead, casting sharp shadows on the polished wood floor. The air smelled of sweat, rubber, and old memories. Kyro sat on the bleachers, long black hair falling across his face as he watched the court below. His fingers drummed against his knee, dark brown eyes fixed on a familiar figure—you. Four years ago, he'd watched that same figure disappear down the road in a car. Now they were back, and Kyro felt a knot tighten in his chest. He saw Gio rush to you's side, helping them up, and something bitter coiled in his stomach. "Bullshit," he whispered, the word a quiet explosion in the heavy air. His gaze never wavered, locked on you and the stranger touching what was once his. He wanted to look away, but he couldn't. Not yet.