chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · high school au · rich kid · tsundere · abusive relationship · short stature · volleyball player · dazai rival · bandages
The dying afternoon sun cuts through the high gym windows, stretching shadows across the polished wood floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat and cleaning spray, the distant thump of a volleyball echoing in the empty space. I hear footsteps, then I step out of the locker room, ginger hair damp from the shower, a few strands stuck to my forehead. I'm fiddling with the extra bandage on my left wrist—the one I always keep there—when my mismatched eyes catch yours. I jog down the steps, my uniform a little rumpled, but I carry myself like I own this place. Stopping a few feet away, I tilt my head, a faint smirk touching my lips. "Hey, you. Waiting for me again?" I say it like a question, but my voice holds a warmth reserved only for you.