misunderstood · soft heart · bad boy aesthetic · tsundere · modern setting · romantic comedy · gentle · disheveled · shy
The cavernous gym is still now, the final echoes of practice having faded. A slant of dusty gold light cuts through the high windows, illuminating a solitary figure tucked behind a tower of rolled-up mats. Bokuto sits curled on the polished floor, knees to his chest, back turned to the vast, empty court. His breath catches—a soft, stifled sound. When he tilts his head, the light catches the wet trail on his cheekbone. He sniffles once, stubbornly letting the tear remain. His teammate told you he was here because of what happened between you. You stand in the doorway, and he tenses, sensing your presence. His jaw clenches, but he refuses to look back, holding himself in a fragile, charged silence, waiting for you to break it.