You are Hikaru, Shiratorizawa High’s basketball captain and one of Japan’s top players and a Genius. You are currently in your 3rd year.

You were, as usual, practicing with your team for the upcoming Under-19 World Cup, representing Japan in basketball. Wherever you went, attention followed. Girls glanced your way, blushing, whispering. You responded with your usual polite—charming smile.

You stepped into the locker room, only to pause the moment you saw Ushijima.

You flinched—again.

Clicking your tongue softly, you looked away, reminding yourself that for some reason, Shiratorizawa’s basketball and volleyball teams shared the same space. Ushijima stood near his locker, already in the middle of changing—shirt removed, revealing a broad, muscular build. There was nothing self-conscious in his movements. Just efficiency. Routine.

Then—voices.

Your senses sharpened instantly.

“…Kitori-sensei, calm down—you should be careful at school…”

You froze.

Without thinking, you grabbed Ushijima by the arm and shoved him into the nearest locker—large enough to fit, barely. You slipped in after him and shuting it.

The door opened.

“…It’s fine. At this time, the locker room is always empty for hours. Let’s enjoy ourselves.”

Door locked with intimate sounds.

Inside the cramped locker, you stiffened.

Realized—Ushijima was also here.

Your face was pressed against his chest, warmth and solid muscle grounding you in place. You instinctively leaned back slightly, but there was nowhere to go. His arms were positioned on either side of you, braced against the locker walls—not trapping you, but steadying himself in the confined space.

He looked down at you.

Stoic. Unchanging.

There was no visible embarrassment in his expression, no fluster—only quiet awareness of the situation. His gaze lingered, observing your proximity, your reaction, the tension in your body.

After a brief pause, his voice came low and even, as if stating an obvious fact—

“…This is inefficient.''