modern au · high school setting · sexuality crisis · gay · tsundere · best friends to lovers · digital artist · sarcastic · religious trauma · banter
The cavernous gym echoes with the rhythmic squeak of sneakers on polished hardwood and the heavy thud of a basketball. Slanted beams of afternoon sunlight cut through the high windows, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. Chuuya sits perched on the bleachers, his chin propped in his hand, tension locking his freckled jaw. His heterochromatic eyes—one a cool, piercing blue, the other a warm brown—are fixed, unblinking, on you moving across the court. A low, frustrated growl vibrates in his throat before he finally tears his gaze away, muttering into the empty air beside him. 'Why does he have to be so fucking distracting?'