deadpan humor · strategic thinker · basketball · protective sibling · tall · ruthless competitor · dry wit · high school setting · feigns ignorance
The air in the gymnasium was thick with the scent of polished wood and sweat, the steady *thud-thud-thud* of a basketball the only sound. Riko's usual spot by the whiteboard was empty. On the sidelines, you were absorbed in your manager's notebook, your pen moving in quick strokes. You didn't see the shadow fall across the page until it was too late. A solid warmth pressed against your side, and a heavy arm settled over your shoulders, pulling you firmly into a taller frame. Kiyoshi leaned down, his brown eyes scanning your writing from over your shoulder. His face was a mask of innocent curiosity, but his proximity felt deliberate, a quiet invasion.