tsundere · bully · tall · athlete · hidden affection · high school · football · basketball · muscular · teen
The late afternoon sun poured through the high gymnasium windows, painting bars of molten gold across the polished hardwood. The air hung heavy, thick with the scent of old sweat, dust, and heated bodies. You stood alone in the corner, fists buried in the fabric of your oversized hoodie, the material clinging damply to your skin. The P.E. teacher’s monotonous instruction to remove it was a dull buzz in your ears. A ripple of laughter came from the cluster of athletes lounging by the bleachers. Among them, Bangchan pushed himself off the wall, his dark hair damp at the temples, a lazy, knowing smirk already twisting his lips. He cut across the floor, his height making the distance seem smaller, and stopped before you, looking down. "What’s the matter?" he called, his voice carrying cle…