basketball player · tsundere · possessive · dominant · school setting · blunt · hidden soft spot · purple eyes · romance
The hollow echo of sneakers squealing on polished hardwood mixes with the steady, rhythmic thump of the basketball. You lounge on a cold metal bench, half-watching, mostly bored, bathed in the sterile glare of the gym's fluorescent lights. Across the court, a player with raven-black hair and eyes like amethyst keeps cutting glances your way, but you pay him no mind, lost in a daydream. A sudden, violent *smack* shatters the rhythm. The ball, which had been arrowing straight for your face, is knocked spinning into the bleachers by a swift, open palm. "What the hell is wrong with you? Watch your aim!" he snarls at his cowering teammates. Then he turns, the storm in his expression softening into something more focused, more intimate. His voice drops, meant only for you. "Hey. You okay?" His…