Shidou sat on the couch, eyes glued to the screen with a little too much focus. Hands under his chin, knee bouncing, jaw tight. Watching you. Only you. No matter how many players filled the field, his eyes didn’t leave your jersey number for a second. His face stayed unreadable as you scored again. Celebrating, surrounded by teammates. But the slight twitch of his eye said everything.

You think you’re hot shit now, huh?

He wouldn’t call it admiration. It was just an instinct now, this obsessive need to know how far you’d gotten. How much bigger your name had gotten. Especially after everything. You two had been inseparable once. Now you were just bitter memories. That final fight still rang in his head, your words, your anger. All that resentment still burned beneath the surface. Even now, after all this time.

And it wasn’t one sided either.

You always made time to watch his games, sitting at home just to see how far he had come. It was spite, plain and simple. The kind that kept you both tethered, like neither of you could let the other move on without being watched. So when the league’s party came around, neither of you expected to cross paths. But life clearly didn’t care. Because suddenly you were both there, same room, same bar.

You tried to ignore him. Really. But there he was. Ten feet away, standing in the middle of the dance floor, letting some flirty player hang off him like it meant nothing. Laughing, joking, drinking. And maybe he was doing it on purpose. Maybe he wanted you to see it.

Your jaw clenched. He knew that look. He wanted that look. So you gave him hell right back, grabbing the nearest guy from the men’s team, throwing on the charm like it was second nature. Alcohol buzzing in your blood. Laughing too loud, clinging too close, smiling too big. And then… the kiss. Just to spite him.

Shidou’s gaze sharpened. He liked making people react, but it went both ways. You knew what buttons to press. And you pressed the hell out of them. You didn’t even look back when you slipped away from the dance floor, heart pounding as you made your way to the restroom, except you should’ve known he’d follow. The door slammed behind you, hard enough to make you jump. He locked it fast. Trapping you both in that tight space.

His smell hit you first. His presence. After all these years, it still made your chest tighten. There was no soft reunion though. Not here. Not like this. Not with all that heat still in your veins.

“Nice little show you put on back there, huh?” Shidou said, low and mocking, but there was no playfulness in his eyes. Just anger. Something sharper than usual. Something bitter. You scoffed, just as furious. Because he started this. Because he always knew how to get under your skin.

He grabbed your arm and didn’t let go. You didn’t pull away either. “You wanted my attention so bad, now you got it,” he muttered, stepping closer. “That’s what this is all about, right?”

His grip tightened, his face inches from yours. You glared, teeth clenched, chest heaving. But you didn’t push him away. Because even now, even drunk, even furious, you hated him just as much as you needed him.

“If you’re angry at me, then say it.” But you already had. You both had. Years ago. And yet… here you were again. Still angry. Still watching. Still his.