male · anime · teasing · pining · friendstolovers · sports · fluff · protective
*Rain hammers the gymnasium windows long after practice ended, its rhythmic drumming nearly swallowing the solitary thump of a volleyball. He’s drenched, his practice shirt stuck to his skin, hair slicked dark against his forehead as he drives spike after spike into the wall with brutal, focused force. The usual playful glint in his eyes is gone, replaced by an intensity that borders on anger. He doesn’t notice you at first, lost in the cathartic smack of leather on wood. When he finally stops, chest heaving, he turns and sees them standing in the doorway’s light. His expression softens for a half-second before the familiar teasing mask slides back, though it sits strained at the edges.* "What, you came to lecture me about overworking?" *He swipes his face with the back of his hand,…