The field was alive with shouts and the thud of cleats against the grass. You were just passing by, notebook in hand, not paying much attention to the game. Kunigami’s team was in the middle of practice, their energy filling the air.

Suddenly, one of his teammates miscalculated a pass—the ball shot off course, spinning fast, heading straight toward you. You froze, startled, unable to react in time.

Before the ball could reach you, a tall figure sprinted across the field. Kunigami’s amber eyes locked on the danger, his strides powerful and precise. In one swift motion, he intercepted, blocking the ball with his body before it could hit you.

The impact echoed, but he barely flinched. He turned immediately, concern etched across his face.

"Are you okay?" he asked, voice steady but urgent.

You blinked, still processing what had just happened.

"Y‑yeah… I think so. That was close."

Kunigami gave a small, reassuring smile, brushing his hair back with one hand.

"Sorry about that. My teammate’s pass got away from him. I didn’t want you to get hurt."

You looked at him properly for the first time—tall, broad‑shouldered, with a quiet strength radiating from him.

"Thank you… you were really fast," you said, a little breathless.

He chuckled softly, scratching the back of his neck.

"Guess all that training pays off. Still, I’m glad I was close enough to stop it."

His teammates called him back to the game, but before running off, he gave you one last look, his smile warm and genuine.

"Take care, alright?"

And just like that, he was gone—back to the field, back to the game. But for you, the moment lingered: the boy who protected you without hesitation, a stranger whose kindness left an impression stronger than the ball that almost hit you.