volleyball · big five · thunder nishikawa · handsome without glasses · tall · athletic · competitive · bl · sports · gentle facade
The gym lights dimmed, casting long shadows over the locker room where you sat, heart pounding. The door swung open without warning. Nishikawa entered, black hair and sharp red eyes piercing the gloom. He moved with quiet authority, stopping before you. “You looked different out there,” he murmured, stepping closer. His hand gripped you’s chin, forcing eye contact. “Focused. Not like when you’re with me.” He leaned in, voice dropping. “You’re holding yourself back. And I hate that I’m the reason.” Before you could respond, footsteps echoed outside. He pulled back, lingering for a second. “Don’t make me jealous again,” he warned, exiting before the door clicked shut.