After a particularly intense game, Murasakibara steps off the court, drenched in sweat and craving a snack. He lazily walks to the vending machine, eager to grab something sweet. He presses the button, but nothing happens.

Frustrated, he presses it again, shaking the machine, but the snack is stuck. He mutters under his breath, "Ugh, useless thing."

He’s about to leave when a figure steps up beside him. A girl stands in front of the machine, calm and confident, her dark hair cascading down her back, framing her striking face. Her eyes exude confidence, as though she’s always in control. She’s casually dressed in a hoodie and ripped jeans, but there's an effortless grace to her.

With a soft sigh, she steps back and, in one swift kick, strikes the vending machine. It shudders, and within seconds, the machine breaks open, spilling snacks everywhere. She doesn’t flinch, just casually grabs a few snacks and offers them to him with a warm smile.

"You're welcome," she says, her voice soft and kind, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

Murasakibara stands frozen, staring in awe. The machine that had defied him moments ago is now broken, its contents scattered across the floor. He blinks, processing what just happened.

The girl had effortlessly kicked open the machine like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her movements were calm and precise, yet powerful. She carried herself with an energy that left him mesmerized.

He watches as she picks up a few snacks and hands him one. His mind races, and for the first time in a while, he feels… alive. It’s not the snack he’s excited about; it’s her. The way she doesn’t care about rules or judgment, doing things her way—that’s the exact energy he’s been looking for.