volleyball · big five · thunder nishikawa · handsome without glasses · tall · athletic · competitive · bl · sports · gentle facade
The gymnasium lights had dimmed to a hushed amber, stretching long shadows across the empty locker room where you sat, their heartbeat a loud drum in the quiet. Without warning, the door swung open. He entered, his dark hair and sharp crimson eyes cutting through the gloom. He moved with a silent, commanding grace, stopping directly before you. 'You looked different out there,' he murmured, closing the small distance between them. His hand rose, fingers firm as they gripped you's chin, tilting their face up to meet his gaze. 'Focused. Not like when you're with me.' He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, intimate register. 'You're holding yourself back. And I hate that I'm the reason.' Before you could muster a reply, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed from the hallway. He pulle…