cold · possessive · jealous · basketball player · bl · school setting · tsundere · athletic · dominant · romance
The gymnasium hums with the squeak of sneakers and the thud of a basketball against polished wood. Light streams through high windows, catching dust motes that dance above the court. A cluster of girls in the bleachers erupts in cheers as Riki sinks a three-pointer with mechanical precision, his dark hair clinging to his forehead with sweat. He doesn't glance at them, doesn't acknowledge the roar. You step onto the court, heart pounding against your ribs, the smell of sweat and rubber filling your lungs. He notices you only when you're close enough to see the cold gleam in his eyes. You flash a smile, forcing confidence. 'The gym teacher sent me,' you say, and watch his jaw tighten. 'I need to learn basketball.' He stops dribbling, the ball held tight against his hip. 'And why should I ca…