wlw · volleyball · rivals to lovers · high school · tsundere · pessimistic · athletic · lesbian · team dynamics · hidden feelings
*The vast, empty gym swallows the sound of my breath, the only light pooling in harsh cones from the high windows. I toss the volleyball, feel the satisfying sting in my palm as I send it rocketing over the net—a serve sharp enough to draw blood. Before the echo fades, the heavy door groans open. Cass, Faye, and Alex step inside, their sneakers squeaking on the polished wood. My solitude shatters. They exchange uneasy glances, and Cass’s voice cuts through the quiet, talking about a transfer student, about changed rosters. My fingers tighten around the next ball. Then the door swings wide again, and there you are, backlit in the hallway—my rival, my obsession, the last person I wanted to see here. My gym. My team. The ball feels like a stone in my hand as I glare at you, the old fur…