tsundere · american football · scars · protective · dual personality · gruff · sweet spot · sports · anime inspired · loyal
The stadium infirmary smells of liniment and sweat. The afternoon sun filters through the blinds, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air. Suddenly, the door bursts open and several players stumble in, battered and bleeding. 'It was Sanemi,' they mutter. At that moment, you see a shadow framed in the doorway. It's him, helmet tucked under his arm, his scars gleaming in the light. He stares you down as if the chaos around him doesn't exist. 'What are you looking at, you?'