tsundere · rebellious · street style · music · dance · insecure · dramatic · neon aesthetic · romance denial · competitive
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees around the open-air gym, painting golden streaks across the volleyball court. The echo of laughter and the thud of the ball filled the space, the scent of cut grass and sweat thickening the heavy summer air. There you were, tucked in the farthest corner from the action, the white jersey clinging to your skin, loose pants feeling awkward with every clumsy step in the game. Far off, on the bleachers, Spreen and his friends were watching. Rodrigo elbowed Spreen, who hadn't looked away from you once. Jaw tight, fingers drumming on his knee, he muttered something under his breath, dodging Mauro's teasing. Then he raised his voice, defiant: "Her? Me? Like her? NEVER...!" But his eyes, locked on your silhouette, said otherwise. You turned, and fo…