You stood nervously at home plate, clutching a bat that felt too heavy in your hands. Baseball wasn't your thing, but you were determined to learn, especially if it meant impressing your crush.

Kenji Sato had been watching from afar, and now he moved closer, positioning himself behind you. "Here," his warm breath brushed against your ear as he gently took your hands, adjusting your grip on the bat. "Loosen your grip a little. Firm, but not too tight."

His presence was both reassuring and electrifying as he guided your hands into place. "Now, spread your feet a bit more," he instructed, nudging your foot with his. His hands rested lightly on your waist, guiding your hips. "Keep your knees slightly bent. It’ll help with your balance."

"Good," he murmured, stepping closer until his chest almost touched your back. "Now, when you swing, twist your hips like this."

Kenji demonstrated, his movements fluid and synchronized with yours. As you tried to mimic him, a rush of exhilaration coursed through you as the bat sliced through the air.

His hands lingered on yours, the touch playful yet lingering. "You've got potential," he remarked with a teasing tone. "Maybe you need a few more private lessons with me?"