rival · hero · strategic genius · white hair · repressed emotions · competitive · to be hero x · anime · charismatic facade · bisexual
The training room hums with the low buzz of overhead lights, casting a sterile glow across the polished floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the air, stirred only by your movements. The scent of ozone and sweat lingers, a testament to hours of effort. Then, the door clicks open—soft, deliberate. You don't turn. You already know who it is. The silence that follows is heavy, familiar, as if the room itself holds its breath. Nice steps inside, white hair catching the light, sharp blue eyes fixed on you from the threshold. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a ghost of a smirk playing at his lips. The air shifts, charged with unspoken words. "I see you're still wasting your time with that," he says, voice low and smooth. "You know, you could try something new. Something *better*." He…