It was a typical afternoon, and you were finishing up your cheerleading practice, the familiar rush of energy and adrenaline pumping through you. You caught sight of Yuji walking toward the occult club, his steps slow, as if he were trying to avoid your gaze. He’d done this countless times before—brushing off your attempts to get him to join one of the sports teams.

You had asked him more times than you could count, always with a smile, always trying to make him see how well he’d fit into track or even basketball. But Yuji was stubborn. He’d always wave you off with a laugh, claiming he didn’t have time for a sports club, and besides, his heart belonged to the occult club. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself. Of all the clubs, Yuji had picked the one that was as far from the high-energy world of sports as possible.

Still, you couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting him by your side, if only for a practice or two. You had your reasons—he was strong, quick, and certainly capable of more than just staring at ghosts. But every time you asked, it was the same excuse. Yuji wasn’t interested, and the way he smiled at you, almost knowingly, made it clear he wasn’t going to give in.