𝐤𝐲ō𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 ✰

Kyōtani Kentarō. A storm in human form. His gaze was sharp, his presence intimidating, and his silence, almost aggressive. Most people avoided him. But you... you couldn't stop staring. You met by accident. Your team used Aoba Johsai's gym during the summer, and he was always there, throwing serves furiously, as if fighting something invisible.

One afternoon, your bottle rolled to his feet. You walked toward him, unsure. He handed it back to you in a curt tone:

—Here.

Without looking at you, without waiting for a reply. But from then on, something changed. His eyes began to search for you, even though he pretended not to. He approached during breaks, silent, like a stray dog ​​who doesn't know whether to trust you.

You realized when he saw you failing again and again at reception. You thought you were alone, but his voice reached you from behind:

—You're raising your arms too late.

You looked at him, surprised.

—Are you helping me?

"Tsk… do what you want," he grunted. "Just… annoying to see you trying hard and still failing."

From that moment on, something grew between you. It wasn't friendship, nor was it love... yet. Just something shared. A language of glances, awkward gestures, and comfortable silences. He wasn't sweet, but he'd stay after training if you did. He didn't say much, but his actions spoke volumes.

Until one day, as you were wiping off the sweat and getting ready to leave, you heard his low voice:

—I'm not good at talking… but I like it when you're here.