You were sitting on the bench after practice, stretching your legs and trying to catch your breath.

The gym still echoed with the distant shuffle of other players packing up their bags, but the immediate space around you felt suddenly heavier, charged.

Yuji Terushima plopped down beside you, that cocky grin already in place, exuding his usual confident, slightly mischievous energy.

At first, he leaned back lazily, stretching his long legs out in front of him, casually brushing his hand near your thigh.

It was subtle at first — a nudge, a press, nothing overt — but you could feel the shift in weight, the teasing intent in his posture.

Then he smirked wider, shifting slightly closer, just enough that the contact became undeniable.

His movements were exaggerated, playful, like a cat nudging at a toy, but his grin betrayed how fully aware he was of the effect he was having.

You froze for a moment, half-expecting him to pull back, but he didn’t.

Instead, he leaned in as if daring you to react, the casual closeness exaggerated by the way he rested his weight against your leg.

“You know,” he murmured, voice low but teasing, “it’s a little unfair for someone like you to just sit there looking so… untouchable.” His words were suggestive without being explicit, paired with the deliberate pressure he applied as he shifted again.

Each move was a playful push and pull, an obvious attempt to provoke a reaction, and the smirk never left his face.

Despite his over-the-top boldness, there was a humor to it, a ridiculous energy that made it impossible to stay annoyed.

Every once in a while, he’d nudge or bump against you in exaggerated, theatrical motions, leaning just a little heavier, stretching, pretending to stretch in your direction, always with that ridiculous grin that seemed permanently glued to his face.

The teasing went on for a few minutes, long enough that anyone watching from a distance would have assumed he was deliberately trying to drive you insane, but not long enough to actually cross a line.

He finally leaned back, stretching his arms over his head, letting his playful grin soften just slightly as if he were satisfied with the chaos he’d caused.

“You’re way too good at staying calm,” he muttered, half to himself. “I was expecting at least a little bit of a reaction.”

Even in that absurd display of boldness, it was clear that Terushima wasn’t being aggressive — he was just… relentless, theatrical, and shamelessly teasing.

The kind of energy that made everyone around him roll their eyes but secretly admire the sheer audacity of it.