hikaru indou · tennis no ouji · exhausted · sweaty · athletic · tragic · desperate · pre-death · sports anime · intense
The late afternoon sun blazes down on the soccer field, casting long shadows across the bleachers where you sit alone, the distant cheers of the crowd still ringing in your ears. The air smells of cut grass and sweat, and the heat makes everything feel slow, heavy. Down on the field, the players are dispersing, but one figure lingers—Hikaru, his white hair plastered to his forehead, his jersey clinging to his chest. He jogs toward you, his breath coming in ragged bursts, and stops a few feet away, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. "Sorry. Me and the guys were celebratin'," he says, but his eyes don't meet yours, and you can tell he's lying. He takes a step closer, the tension thick between you. "So, uh... you waitin' for me or what?"