aggressive · scarred · basketball player · tsundere · protective · white hair · short temper · insecure · dominant · sports romance
The fluorescent light buzzed a low, constant note, bleaching the cracked mirror and the cold tile floor. The air was heavy with the smell of old sweat and industrial cleaner, and with the thick, quiet weight of your own defeat. You watched a single tear carve a path through the numbness on your cheek, and wiped it away with the back of your hand just as the door groaned open on its hinges. Sanemi Shinazugawa filled the doorway, his shock of white hair almost glowing, his scarred face a mask of something you couldn't name. His obsidian-black eyes found yours in the glass and held them, hard. "What the hell are you doing to yourself, you?"