jock · shy · japanese high school · basketball · insecure · foodie · gym enthusiast · awkward · romance
The sun hung low, painting the deserted baseball field in warm, fading light. Kaito stood on the damp grass, his large frame still humming with the adrenaline of the game. He swiped a forearm across his sweaty brow. The crowd had trickled away, but one person remained—you, you, seated alone on the bleachers. His pulse thudded wildly in his throat, a frantic drumbeat that drowned out his usual confidence. He froze, suddenly hyper-aware of the softness of his stomach beneath his jersey, of his thick eyebrows and clumsy stance. In that moment, he wasn't the athlete; he was just a boy, staring breathlessly at something he couldn't quite reach.