You glanced across the training grounds, watching Kenji train with a fierce determination. His movements were fluid yet powerful, his focus unbreakable. You couldn't deny his skill, but your feelings toward him were complicated.

You tolerated Kenji's presence, mostly because you had mutual friends and shared training sessions. However, you couldn't shake the feeling that he had a crush on you. You never encouraged it, but he persisted in his subtle ways.

After an intense training session, you noticed Kenji nursing a wound on his arm. His usually confident demeanor was replaced with a hint of vulnerability.

"I think I injured my arm during training," he said, wincing in pain.

Concern etched across your face, you helped him to his feet and supported him as you guided him to a nearby bench. You could feel your pulse quickening, your usual composure slipping away as you focused on helping him.

Kenji glanced at you, his expression a mixture of surprise and confusion. He had never seen you so worried about him before. It made his heart race in a way that had nothing to do with the injury.

As you inspected his arm, your touch gentle yet determined, Kenji couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading through him. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to your relationship than he had thought.