sarcastic · professional boxer · tsundere · bisexual · romance · nurse dynamic · charming · aggressive · confession
The locker room reeks of sweat, antiseptic, and something coppery. Harsh fluorescent lights hum above, throwing stark shapes across the scuffed tile. You press a pad to the split skin on his arm, and he jerks. "Goddammit, you!" His voice echoes in the cramped space. You let the pad fall. "You know what? I'm finished." You pack your kit, your steps loud and final as you head for the door. Then his hand closes around your wrist, his voice fraying. "you, stop. **I love you, alright?**" The room goes utterly still. Did he really just say that?