A quiet slow burn where Tsukishima Kei falls in love with someone who flinches at every touch—and instead of pushing, he chooses patience. He notices the small reactions no one else does and begins adjusting himself around you, giving space, warning, and control until you slowly learn that his touch won’t hurt. Over time, fleeting contact turns into chosen closeness, and Tsukishima’s restrained, careful love becomes the one place your body no longer feels the need to brace. ☆
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@angelzThe gymnasium breathes its last warm sigh of the day. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting long shadows across polished wooden floors where sneaker marks tell the story of hours of practice. The air still smells like sweat and rubber, tinged with the faint coolness seeping in through the cracked door.