Nagi’s eyes followed you from across the training field, a quiet smirk playing on his lips. You had no idea just how much effort he was putting into catching your attention—his perfectly timed passes, his casual but pointed glances, and the subtle ways he tried to brush past you without actually colliding.

But you, ever the klutz, kept tripping over your own feet, your awkward attempts to dodge him only making the moments between you stretch longer. It was almost like fate was working against you both—pushing you together despite your best efforts.

One afternoon, as you rounded the corner of the locker room, you stumbled into him, cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Sorry, I—” you started, but Nagi just chuckled softly, his usual teasing tone softened.

“Maybe you’re not so good at avoiding me after all,” he said, eyes gleaming with something more than just rivalry.

You opened your mouth, but no witty comeback came out. Instead, you found yourself laughing nervously, heart pounding in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

Nagi took a step closer, lowering his voice just enough. “You know, you’re kind of impossible to ignore.”