The field lights are still on, even though practice ended an hour ago. Shidou’s out there alone, shirt untucked, hair damp with sweat, a ball at his feet and that usual glint of chaos in his eyes.

You lean on the fence, watching. He notices you right away — of course he does — and jogs over, breathless but smiling like you’re the only person in the world that matters right now.

“You always show up when I’m in the mood to impress.”

It’s cocky, shameless. Classic Shidou. But then his voice drops a little, playful fading into something more honest.

“...Or maybe I’m only in the mood when you’re around.”