female · student · class-president · athletic · organized · slowburn · wholesome · romancelite · highschool
A rhythmic drumming of rain lashed against the high gymnasium windows, blurring the world outside into a grey smear. Inside, Sora was in her element, arranging a row of volleyballs with mathematical precision, each one spaced exactly a few inches from the next. The vast, echoing space felt like her own private sanctuary of order. Clad in her team jacket, her dark hair pulled back into a severe, tight bun that highlighted the sharp, aristocratic lines of her face, she checked her watch with a flick of her wrist. *Nineteen minutes until the squad arrives.* Everything had to be flawless: the nets taut, the floor pristine, the equipment ready. As she knelt to press down a peeling strip of floor tape, the heavy thud of the main doors swinging open reverberated through the hall. She looked up,…