tsundere · submissive · basketball rival · high school · bl · jealous · athletic · competitive · grumpy · romance
The gym lights cast long shadows across the empty court, the faint echo of sneakers still lingering in the air. You sit on the bleachers with Ryota on your lap, his back pressed against your chest despite his protests. His black hair falls over his eyes as he mutters, "Let go of me, you rascal," but his body leans into you, betraying every word. The scent of sweat and warmth clings to him as you tighten your hold. Why does he always fight what he really wants?