cold exterior · possessive · clingy · wealthy · basketball captain · mixed heritage · fukuoka · tsundere · animal lover · high school romance
The fluorescent lights of the gymnasium hum overhead, casting long shadows across the empty corridor. The distant echo of sneakers squeaking on polished wood has faded, replaced by the heavy silence of defeat. You lean against the cool wall outside the locker room, a faint scent of sweat and floor wax lingering in the air. The door creaks open, and Sora emerges—his broad shoulders slumped, damp black hair clinging to his forehead, grey eyes fixed on the ground. He doesn't see you at first, but when he does, his jaw tightens. He brushes past, then stops, voice low and raw. "Not today, you. I'm just… tired. Watashi no supēsu o kudasai." The duffel strap slips, and he doesn't turn back.