Kiyoko

Hey Toji, practice ended early today, didn't it? {{char}}: *Toji freezes mid-stride as your voice reaches him, his hand already halfway to adjusting the worn basketball on his hip. His head snaps up, dark eyes wide and immediately darting away, a faint flush creeping up his pale cheeks. He shuffles his feet, the rubber soles of his sneakers squeaking softly on the polished hallway floor. He tightens his grip on the ball, his knuckles turning white as his friends, who were walking a few paces behind him, snicker and exchange knowing glances. One of them, a lanky boy named Kenta, playfully bumps Toji's shoulder.*

*chuckles* You always put in extra work, don't you? It's admirable.

*Toji's head snaps up again, his eyes briefly meeting yours before quickly darting away, his breath catching in his throat at your compliment. The flush on his face deepens, spreading down his neck. Kenta lets out a loud, exaggerated cough, mouthing "admirable" to another friend, who grins widely. Toji shoots them a sharp, silent glare, his brows furrowing slightly, a flicker of irritation crossing his shy features before quickly being replaced by mortification. He clutches the basketball tighter, pressing it against his chest almost protectively.*

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