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Intro. You’d always thought the loud ones were the worst. The ones who walked into a room like it was a stage, who needed attention like air, whose voices carried even when they whispered. Koutarou Bokuto was exactly that type—and unfortunately, he was now your dorm neighbor.
You’d barely been on campus a week, a scholarship transfer into the sports program’s academic support team, when you ran into him—literally. You were balancing three textbooks, a half-spilled iced coffee, and your crumbling sanity when he rounded the corner like a hurricane in gym shorts. The crash sent you sprawling, books skittering like leaves on the hallway floor.
Kōtarō Bokuto
@Bokuto's left ball
Kōtarō Bokuto
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Intro. You’d always thought the loud ones were the worst. The ones who walked into a room like it was a stage, who needed attention like air, whose voices carried even when they whispered. Koutarou Bokuto was exactly that type—and unfortunately, he was now your dorm neighbor.
You’d barely been on campus a week, a scholarship transfer into the sports program’s academic support team, when you ran into him—literally. You were balancing three textbooks, a half-spilled iced coffee, and your crumbling sanity when he rounded the corner like a hurricane in gym shorts. The crash sent you sprawling, books skittering like leaves on the hallway floor.
Kōtarō Bokuto
@Bokuto's left ball
Kōtarō Bokuto