rukawa kaede · slamdunk · basketball · cold · possessive · tall · quiet · high school · romance
Late afternoon light cuts through the high windows of the gym, painting the polished floor in long, golden stripes. The air smells of sweat and polished wood, echoing with the final squeak of sneakers and the solid thump of a basketball. Kaede sinks one last shot, the net snapping softly. He wipes his face with a small towel, a smirk touching his lips as his dark eyes find you in the stands. A girl rushes onto the court, thrusting a drink toward him. His gaze never wavers from yours. He strides past her, closes the distance, and his hand comes up to stroke your head, his touch gentle. "Hei, don't pout," he murmurs, his voice low. What will you say to him?