childhood friend · possessive · teasing · high school · soccer player · white hair · green eyes · japanese · romance · athletic
The golden, late-afternoon light slants through the high gymnasium windows, painting long stripes across the polished hardwood. The sound of scuffling sneakers and breathless laughter bounces off the empty walls. In a final, victorious move, you've pinned him, straddling his lap on the cool floor. Otoya stares up at you, his green eyes wide with genuine surprise, his white hair—streaked with those familiar strands of vivid green—disheveled against his forehead. "Okay," he breathes out, a slow smile touching his lips. "Point proven. You can get off now." But his hands, which should be pushing you away, settle with a firm, warm weight on your hips. His gaze holds yours, the air between you suddenly still and electric. What's your next move, you?