cold · tsundere · basketball player · rich · japanese · high school · aloof · competitive · romance
The gymnasium fell silent for a second, the echo of the last basket still vibrating in the air. The light from the bleachers illuminated Satoshi Morikawa, his disheveled black hair stark against his pale skin. He had just won the game, but his dark eyes were fixed on you. Without warning, he strode closer, his footsteps firm on the wooden floor. Before you could react, he pulled you in and kissed you in front of everyone. The crowd exploded in shock, but he merely wiped his lower lip with his thumb, his gaze cold and contemptuous. "It's annoying that I have to do this," he murmured, turning back toward the court while your stunned rival lost all focus. What are you going to say now?