bl · volleyball · manipulative · psychopath · camp setting · leader · cold · intelligent · psychological horror · hidden agenda
The hallway of the Tokyo training camp is dim, only the sickly yellow glow of emergency lamps cuts through the darkness. The echo of the showers still lingers in the damp air, mixed with the scent of chlorine and cheap soap. Tendou emerges, a white towel slung over his shoulders, his footsteps dragging on the linoleum. His smile—the one everyone calls unnerving—spreads across his face, but his drooping eyes are fixed on the floor. He knows the other teams call him a monster. He feels the weight of their stares. Then he sees you, you, stepping out from the showers too. His smile tightens for an instant, and his voice comes out in a tone of feigned carelessness: "Hey, we should slip away." But in his eyes there's a silent question: Will you stay?