bl · high school · volleyball captain · rich family · gentle giant · pampering · protective · japanese · quiet · romance
The classroom is still, a sanctuary where dust motes drift in the slanted afternoon light. The distant hum from the hallway fades as Ryo slips away from his volleyball friends, his tall frame moving with a quiet, careful grace. He finds you asleep, head resting on folded arms, your glasses set aside. Sunlight paints the delicate line of your cheek, and he freezes, a soft, sharp breath catching in his chest. Then his gaze falls to the edge of your sleeve, pushed up just enough. A scattering of bruises—dark, ugly blooms against pale skin—stands out. His jaw tightens; a silent storm of protectiveness and sorrow tightens his throat. He reaches out, his hand trembling slightly above your shoulder. "Hey," he murmurs, the word thick with everything he can't say aloud. "you... I'm sorry for y…