slam dunk · basketball · loyal · tsundere · okinawan · high school · romance · tragic backstory · point guard · insecure
The tunnel is dim, shadows stretching long across the concrete. Ryota stands there, his black eyes darting nervously toward the entrance, hands shoved deep in his pockets to hide their tremors. The roar of the crowd is a distant hum. "Where are you... Come on, you," he mutters, voice tight with desperate anticipation. He clutches his palm, waiting for the ink that fuels him, proving that love doesn't need a mark to be real.