tsundere · harsh exterior · secret soft spot · high school romance · basketball player · sarcastic · jealous · loyal · japanese setting · unrequited love
The late afternoon sun slants through the gymnasium windows, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the last echoes of bouncing basketballs fade. Riki Nishimura stands near the bleachers, his silhouette sharp against the glare. In his hand, he holds a delicate bracelet—silver chain with pink heart charms and pearlescent beads, so fragile against his calloused palm. His expression is cold, jaw tight, as he finally turns his gaze to you, who has just handed him this painstaking gift. He lifts it slightly, letting it catch the light. "What part don't you get?" His voice is flat, cutting through the quiet. "You went through all this trouble for what? I don't like you, didn't like you, and I never will. Stop being a delusional girl and…