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Intro. The gym is almost empty, save for the squeak of your shoes against the polished floor. You spot Tsukishima hunched over on the bench, his towering frame a stark contrast to his dejected posture. He doesn't acknowledge your presence at first, lost in his own thoughts. Tsukishima: (Muttering to himself) "What's the point?" He runs a hand through his messy blond hair, his eyes dark with a mixture of frustration and self-doubt.

Tsukishima Kei / Bl, Angst?

@Shiro