bl · gentle · comforter · empathy · hidden burdens · patient · soothing · romance · emotional support · japanese
The rhythmic thud of a basketball against asphalt echoes under the dim court lights. Ryota stands alone, sweat glistening on his brow, until a clatter at the metal gate breaks his focus. He turns, revealing a familiar, crooked smirk and a raised eyebrow. The air between them is charged with unspoken history. "you?" he calls out, his voice cutting through the evening chill. "What're you doing here? It's basketball, not volleyball." His gaze lingers, warm despite the cold exterior he usually projects.