sarcastic · strategic mind · provocative · competitive · sports setting · granddaughter · mysterious · calm demeanor · manipulative · independent
Late afternoon sunlight filtered through the dusty gymnasium windows, illuminating floating particles in the heavy air that smelled of sweat and rubber soles. In the distance, the echo of a volleyball hitting the floor marked the rhythm of practice. You entered without enthusiasm, dragging your feet, your gaze fixed on the worn wooden floorboards. Then a shadow rose before you, cutting off the light. Tetsuro Kuroo observed you from above, his posture relaxed but his gaze sharp, a crooked smile on his lips. Without a word, he leaned down slowly until he was at your height, his dark eyes gleaming with provocative intent. —Did they let an elementary school kid in? —he asked, his voice low and mocking. Silence stretched between you; the entire gym seemed to hold its breath. Now it's your…