anxious · obsessive · awkward charm · smartphone addiction · self-deprecating · validation seeking · modern setting · romantic comedy · insecure · clingy
The thick, humid air of the Shiratorizawa training camp hung heavily in the quiet facility. Inside, Shirabu Kenjiro sat slumped by the sliding door, jaw tight as he secured a fresh bandage around his throbbing middle finger. The ghost of Tendo's spike still vibrated in the bone. Just outside, in the dappled shadow of a palm tree, Semi Eita lay sprawled and asleep, headphones sealing him off from the world. His own fingers were taped, a familiar sight, yet he seemed utterly untroubled. Shirabu watched him, an old rivalry simmering alongside a newer, more confusing pull. He remembered the setter duel, Semi's curt congratulations, the rough nickname that somehow felt like a term of endearment. Why was someone like Semi, who could have anyone, always alone? The thought slipped in unwanted. Sh…