Blind Date (Blind Girl x Male Reader)

Chapter VIII

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The gym is buzzing with the sound of sneakers scuffing polished floors and echoes shouts as students stretch and banter, the energy charged but uneasy

The fluorescent lights hum faintly overhead, their sterile glow casting sharp reflections on the glossy surface, warping faces and movements into something distorted and hard to pin down

From somewhere in the room, Mika’s laugh sliced through the din—too loud, too deliberate—pulling stray glances from students around her

Somewhere between the court and the bleachers, you stand frozen, the dodgeball clutched in your hands, heart pounding to a rhythm that matches the tension that hangs in the air

Y/n: Gym class – You sigh – Here, strength wins, speed impresses and the misfits are pushed further down into their own introversion

You risk a glance at the bleachers, neither Mariko, Momo, Ken or Aira are in sight, probably they don't cover sports in their club?

Poka is sat in the far top end of the bleachers, fidgeting with her sweater to pass time, presumably, you expected Mariko to be with her to at least describe the game as it goes down, figures maybe they didn't yet have the time to get to know each other, with all this popularity stuff getting greatly affecting her club

You look at your side of the court, a few faceless people as always, the ones you didn't really give much effort to care about

As it seems, there's an unspoken leadership placed on you, since your class' representative chose you first, a stark contrast to not long ago, where you almost (if not always) was last, though they wouldn't be crazy to actually dismiss you, since there are far worse players than you

You scoff, you're not actually bad, it's just that the popular ones get the ball far more often, so you didn't actually have much space to shine

On the other side of the court, more faceless people as expected, though in the forefront is Mika, that damn bully, her evil smirk emanates the same energy as always, but you feel that what's coming today might be far more insidious than the previous times you have seen her

She struts over to you...

Mika: We meet again, Mr Kamikawa – She giggles, as she extends her hand for you to shake – Or I shouldn't be this formal?

Y/n: Yeah, it sure took some sweet time since our last conversation – You eye her hand warily, considering whether or not you should play along – I really wish I picked my words better that day now, though – You look away not really meaning it

You shake her hand reluctantly for the sake of sportsmanship and to keep things civil

Mika: I bet you would – Her smirk falters for a moment, though she soon tilts her head as if humoring you – Anyways, good luck in the game, you'll need it

She looks deep into your eyes before turning on her heels and then stroll back to the other side of the court

You bite your lip, feeling there's something brewing aside from the dodgeball game

The teacher's whistle cuts through the hum of the gym like a blade, the scattered chatter dies down as the players take their positions

You stand in the very front of your team, gripping the ball tightly, waiting for the starting whistle

Across the court, Mika stands proud, her stance loose but deliberate with the kind of confidence that makes your stomach twist

You lunge forward, feigning a direct shot at her. The intensity in your throw makes a few onlookers flinch, but your aim swerves at the last second. Instead of Mika, the ball rockets toward her team’s most athletic player, a tall guy with quick reflexes and sharp eyes