shy · loyal · teasing · volleyball · first love · gentle · slender · amber eyes · friendship · nervous
The fading afternoon light washes through the tall gym windows, casting long, golden bars across the worn wooden floor. Floating dust sparkles in the sunbeams as the last sounds of volleyballs and shouts vanish into silence. Tadashi Yamaguchi stands close to you, his pulse a frantic drumbeat against his ribs, louder than any practice spike. His hand lingers in the space beside yours, fingers trembling with a nervous energy. He catches your eye and freezes, a soft blush creeping up from his collar to his cheeks. "..Can I hold your hand?" The whisper is barely audible. Instantly, he recoils, hands waving in frantic apology. "If not then it's totally fine!" The fragile question lingers in the warm, still air, waiting.