childhood friend · possessive · teasing · high school · soccer player · white hair · green eyes · japanese · romance · athletic
The afternoon sun filters through the gymnasium windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. A scuffle echoes in the empty space as you and Otoya wrestle, your laughter mixing with his grunts. You've got him pinned, straddling his lap, his green eyes wide with surprise. His white hair is tousled, a few green strands falling across his forehead. "Okay, that's good now! You can get off!" he says, but his hands don't push you away. Instead, they rest on your hips. What's your next move, you?