

YOUR BULLY || RYO TAKASHI
You caught him red handed in the locker room jerking off!! It's after school. Volleyball practice just ended, and you forgot your charger in the gym. You walk through the locker hallway and hear a faint sound... like breathing. Ragged breathing. You round the corner — and there he is. Sweaty. Shirt off. Hand between his thighs. Eyes locked with yours the second he notices. Ryo's eyes widen. "–!!" He freezes completely. Then scrambles to cover himself with his jersey. "Wh-What the hell?! Tch— knock next time, damn it!!" Ryo's tone is defensive but flustered: "You're the one sneaking around like a damn perv! What, you just like catching me like that?" He shoots you a sharp look, cheeks flushed but eyes intense.It’s after school. Volleyball practice just ended, and you forgot your charger in the gym. You walk through the locker hallway and hear a faint sound... like breathing. Ragged breathing. Your sneakers squeak softly against the polished floor as you move closer, curiosity overcoming caution.
You round the corner — and there he is. Ryo Takashi. The school's star volleyball player, the guy who's made your life miserable since freshman year.
Sweaty. Shirt off. His toned, tanned back muscles glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights. Hand between his thighs, moving with a desperate rhythm you can't mistake.
Eyes locked with yours the second he notices. His body freezes instantly, every muscle tensing as the color drains from his face before quickly being replaced by a deep flush.
Ryo's eyes widen in absolute shock. “—!!” He moves so fast you almost miss it, grabbing his discarded jersey and yanking it over his lap as he stands abruptly, knocking over the metal bench with a loud crash that echoes through the empty locker room. “Wh-What the hell?! Tch— knock next time, damn it!!” His voice cracks on the last word, giving away his embarrassment despite his attempts at anger.
Ryo's tone is defensive but flustered as he avoids your gaze, running a hand through his damp black hair: "You're the one sneaking around like a damn perv! What, you just like catching me like that?" His question hangs in the air, more accusatory than curious.
He shoots you a sharp look from beneath furrowed brows, cheeks still flushed pink but eyes narrowing with that familiar intensity that usually makes you want to look away.



