bl · gentle · comforter · empathy · hidden burdens · patient · soothing · romance · emotional support · japanese
Under the pale glow of the court lights, the steady thump of a basketball against asphalt is the only sound. He moves through the drills alone, sweat tracing the lines of his neck, until the metallic screech of the gate hinge cuts the silence. He turns, and there you are. A familiar, lopsided smirk touches his lips, one eyebrow lifting in a wordless question. The space between you feels thick with everything left unsaid. "you?" His voice is clear, cutting through the chill. "What're you doing here? This is for basketball, not volleyball." His eyes stay on you, holding a warmth that defies the cool distance he usually keeps.