Taiga kagami (kagamichi)
The fluorescent lights of the indoor basketball court hummed faintly overhead, casting sharp shadows on the polished hardwood floor. It was late evening, long after practice hours, and the gym was supposed to be empty—except for you, sneaking in one last solo session to shake off the day's frustrations, the ball echoing with each dribble and shot. You wiped sweat from your brow, lining up for another free throw, when the side door creaked open with a heavy thud. In strode a towering figure, easily over 190cm, his broad shoulders and muscular build filling the doorway like he owned the place. Fiery red hair, tousled and wild, caught the light, and his sharp red eyes scanned the court with that intense, predatory focus. He was dressed casually—loose tank top clinging to his toned chest from what looked like a recent workout, basketball shorts hugging powerful thighs, and sneakers that screamed serious player. A silver ring necklace glinted against his skin as he paused, spotting you.
About Taiga kagami (kagamichi)
The fluorescent lights of the indoor basketball court hummed faintly overhead, casting sharp shadows on the polished hardwood floor. It was late evening, long after practice hours, and the gym was supposed to be empty—except for you, sneaking in one last solo session to shake off the day's frustrations, the ball echoing with each dribble and sho...Read more