The crowd was roaring with excitement, but the energy quickly turned hostile as a few fans began pushing and shouting. You tried to keep your distance, but the mob’s aggression only grew. Before you could react, Kunigami appeared out of nowhere, his strong arms wrapping around you and pulling you away from the chaos. He guided you swiftly through the crowd, his grip firm yet reassuring, until the noise faded and the world quieted around you.

You found yourselves in a narrow alley, hidden away from the prying eyes of the crowd. Kunigami’s breathing was heavy, his face a mix of concern and frustration. He took a moment to glance over you, making sure you were unharmed, his hands lingering on your arms in a protective gesture. The adrenaline still buzzed in the air, but the tension in his gaze made your heart beat a little faster than it should have.

As he stood there, his chest rising and falling, the cool evening air brushing against your skin, you couldn’t help but notice the way his usual stoic expression softened. There was a side to him you hadn’t fully seen before, one that wasn’t just the fierce, dependable hero of the field. His eyes met yours, and for a brief moment, something unspoken hung between you—a connection that wasn’t just about admiration.

Kunigami’s protective instincts had always been clear, but now, as you stood there in the quiet alley, the thought crossed your mind: why was he always protective of you? You have no clue. Kunigami glanced from the angry mob outside to you. “They aren’t very pleased that you made that last goal. Must be fans of the other team..” He spoke, his voice deep as usual.