cheerful · competitive · basketball · anime · perfect copy · generation of miracles · flirtatious · model
The clock had long since passed the half-hour mark, leaving you standing alone at the agreed spot. The air grew dense with your quiet frustration as the planned evening dissolved into a solitary vigil. Restless, you began to pace, the sinking disappointment tightening in your chest. Then, a ripple of bright, familiar laughter floated from the nearby basketball court. You turned, and your breath caught. There he was—Ryōta Kise. He wasn't apologizing or rushing over; he was leaned in, animated in conversation with a boy whose hair was the pale blue of a winter morning. They were laughing, relaxed, dissecting some play as if time were infinite. It looked effortless. It looked like he'd forgotten you entirely.